Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“It was a job. It’s what we do.”
“You’d never done it. And for a moment, I saw you freeze up. You weren’t going to be able to. I saw it on your face. In your eyes. But he started talking about Gypsi, and something came over you. I’d never seen you like that before. The more he talked about her, the more insane you got. I know you better than anyone else. And you wouldn’t have done that for someone you didn’t love. Fuck, I’m not sure you could have done that for me.”
I stood there, staring at him. What was he fucking saying? That I loved her? That was shit. I was in love with her fucking pussy. That was for damn sure.
“I care about her, but I am no longer allowed to fuck her.”
Sax shrugged. “Whatever the case may be, you need to look at how you feel about her and accept it.”
“I don’t love her, if that is what you’re saying. She’s a friend. I like to fuck her. That is it. There’s no future in this. She’s not special to me. She’s gonna be my fucking stepsister. End of story. We will end this, and I’ll go fuck someone else.” Just saying it made me sick to my stomach. That was a warning I should have paid attention to before now. I didn’t want anyone else’s pussy, and that was not normal. Maybe Gypsi had gotten in my head and messed with it.
Sax walked over to the weight bench. “That’s all I’m going to say about it.”
“Good.”
Twenty-Eight
Gypsi
“I don’t love her, if that is what you’re saying. She’s a friend. I like to fuck her. That is it. There’s no future in this. She’s not special to me. She’s gonna be my fucking stepsister. End of story. We will end this, and I’ll go fuck someone else.”
Those words kept replaying in my head as I sat in the bedroom that was now mine. I’d been told to decorate it however I wanted. There were clothes in my closet with ridiculous price tags. Cocktail dresses and formals. More things than any one person needed. Mom had insisted Garrett wanted me at all the events they went to and I had to dress the part.
All I wanted to do was go get our camper and leave this town. My heart felt like it was shattering over and over again. I’d been so stupid. Knowing that what I’d heard was exactly what he had said in the beginning. Hearing it had hurt so bad because it was then I realized I loved him. I’d let this go too far. He had charmed his way into my heart, and I had never had this kind of pain before.
My phone dinged, and I glanced down to see a text from Mom.
We are going out. Ms. Jimmie has set up a delicious taco bar in the kitchen. Go eat something. Love you!
I had no appetite. I set my phone down on the bed and pulled my knees up to my chest. This was what I’d asked for when I decided friends with benefits was something I could do. Trev hadn’t even texted me today. I’d left his room after waking up and having sex with him. I’d let myself believe that I was special to him. That he had meant all those things he said to me. He had just been sex talking. I was too naive to know the difference.
There was a knock on my door before it opened, and Trev walked in. He was sweaty from his workout, wearing a sleeveless shirt and athletic shorts. That smile of his made my heart squeeze. He wasn’t mine. He never had been.
He leaned against the doorframe. “We got a trip to plan,” he said.
“A trip?”
“Dad has given me the order to take you horse shopping.”
I stared at him, confused. What was horse shopping?
“You, me, and a road trip. I say we stretch it out. You need to be picky.” He winked at me, shoving off from the doorframe and walking over toward me.
I tensed. I had to end this. I held up my hand to stop him. Watching the confused frown mess up that sexy smile made me feel guilty. I liked seeing him smile. I liked hearing him laugh.
“What’s wrong, Lollipop?”
I couldn’t lie to him. Hurting him, even though I wasn’t sure I had that power, I couldn’t do it. “We have to stop.”
“Why? Because our parents came home? We’ll be careful.”
I shook my head. “No. That’s not it.”
He took another step toward me. “Then, what is it? I thought we talked about this going on for a long time.”
We had. Then, I’d gotten feelings.
He reached out and touched my waist.
I backed away from him. “No.”
“I get it. They’re home. It feels real now. But steps with benefits is something we are inventing. It’ll make us famous,” he said, tilting his head with that wicked grin.