Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 98992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
This’ll be our first overnight we’ve had together since the split. When we were dating, they were a lot easier to have, especially over the summer. Carmen’s parents are even more fucking absent than Ivo’s. One of the guestrooms essentially became “our room” and having her in my arms at night was the shit I literally counted down the days too. Sometimes I’d treat us all to brunch at Carmen’s favorite restaurant downtown or pay for one of her purses while we were out roaming The ’Vard, the high end shopping area, just to show my appreciation for being able to have those moments with Pres. I think before all this bullshit she actually liked me. She never once implied otherwise. And if she hated me, she wouldn’t have let Pres and I sleep together at her house.
I know this because she refuses to do that shit for Blaze.
Not that my girl is trying to spend more time with that useless asshole than she has to.
Fuck, now that I think about it…I don’t know what I’d do to him if they did spend the night together.
Probably kill him.
Or…come as close as I could with room for my father or Ivo’s to cover the shit up.
Tonight, she’s not using Carmen to help us be together.
She’s using some new chick she befriended who just moved to town and doesn’t have a pre-programmed responsibility to chose sides in The Great War still fucking all across campus.
Just two days ago Bambi and her troll pals went on a mission to rip down every spirit club poster she had made for tonight’s away game.
My girl was devastated.
And not being able to do anything at the time had me hitting my stash twice as often to try to find myself in a “good” mood.
I look forward to making that shit up to her almost as much as I look forward to having my first real night of sleep since…
Huh.
When was the last time I really slept?
Tuesday?
Sunday?
Fuck me, have I slept this week at all?
All of a sudden, the sound of Ivo’s doorbell has me launching onto my feet to answer it.
To be the first to see Pres.
I don’t waste time opening the door since I’m much too desperate and needy to “play it cool”. I know some of the anxious shit is me sliding off that white princess’s throne, but I like to think most of it is just misplaced excitement to see her.
Be with her.
Pres hits me with a tilted head that lets all of her hair swing to one side of her beautiful, brown-skinned face. “Hi you.”
Reaching out for her leather mini skirt covered hips occurs at the same time I coo back, “Hey you.” There’s no stopping my eyes from drinking in the chunky white, loose knit sweater I can practically see her fucking nipples through and the thigh high stiletto boots. “Damn, baby, you wear all this shit just for me?”
“I did…” she slowly replies, gently pushing me back into Ivo’s mansion. “And I also didn’t wear any panties…just for you.”
Loud groaning is followed promptly by me preparing to pounce her lips; however, it’s unfortunately stopped by the chick I’ll figure out how to thank later for assisting in our secret sleepover. “Ryder, right?”
“Collins,” I chomp in a much more bitter tone than intended given the reaction on both of their faces. Clearing my throat yet not abandoning my grip on Pres, I ask, “And it’s Jamie, yeah?”
Her bright, red-painted lips which are almost the same shade as her fiery red hair curl into flirty smile. “Yeah.”
Not interested.
What I’m interested in my dick’s currently tapping against.
“Well, won’t you look good naked in my hot tub.”
“Don’t even fucking think about it, motherfucker!” I point to him, my voice bellowing in another unusually harsh tone. “She’s not here for you.”
“You get two, and I get none?” Ivo playfully pokes as he slides his hands in his pockets. “What kind of selfish shit is that, Collins? And after all I’ve done for you…”
The realization he wasn’t talking about Pres paints shame on my expression.
Adds to my growing irritation.
Was I this easy to fuck with ten minutes ago?
Why do I suddenly feel so…pissy.
“Jamie is here for you,” Pres sweetly clarifies while pulling herself out of my grasp.
I don’t like it.
And I don’t like her moving closer to him.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” I bite, hand instantly reaching for hers.
She flinches me a questionable look as she links fingers with her friend. “I think I’m going to politely make introductions to the two people we owe a huge thanks to.” Her stare widens to emphasize her point prior to redirecting her gaze to Ivo. “Thanks again, Ivo. We appreciate your hospitality and your silence.”
“And I appreciate a redhead with a nice rack,” he cockily smirks, eyebrows wiggling at Jamie. “Those tits look real.”