Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 107667 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107667 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
“I say that ’cause I love you,” she stresses, trying to grab me, but I move her hands away. “Don’t be like that. He really does want to have a life with you.”
“Not a life I want,” I snap back at her as the elevator dings and the doors open. I’m not drunk enough for this.
“But a good life. He’ll love you, and it’s not like you’re ever going to lose—”
I whip around, and Lindy falls to the floor. I feel awful, but I can’t stop myself from going toe-to-toe with Josie. “You bring up my weight, I swear I’ll never speak to you again.”
“You’re my sister, Ten. I only say this because I care. Maybe you should get that gastric done.”
I gawk at her. “How big do you really think I am?” I ask, shaking my head. “Maybe I am not a size two like you, and maybe I am a little overweight, but I don’t need gastric. I need my friends and family to love me for me. And listen, this is the second time tonight you’ve made me feel like I’m not enough because of my weight, and you’re pissing me the fuck off. Stop it. Like, now.”
“But you would be so much prettier if you were skinny like us,” she slurs, and I glare. “I know I’m drunk and all, but I feel like you shouldn’t just cut him off.”
She may as well have hit me. My stomach drops, and my chest burns as I shake my head. “And now, I’ve cut you off.”
As she protests, I turn, picking up Lindy and helping her into our room. I move her to the bed as Josie comes in behind me.
“You don’t need to be like that, Ten. I only want what is best for you!”
I ignore her, throwing the keycard at her before grabbing my bag. I hadn’t unpacked since I’d had the outfit I’d worn tonight in my purse, just used their stuff to get ready, so my bags are still perfectly leaned on the wall. I grab them and go for the door. I look back at Lindy and then at Josie. “Since you can’t be a good friend to me, please make sure Lindy is taken care of.”
I stomp out of the room, ignoring her pleas, and head to the elevators. I’m shaking mad as I ride down, ignoring my phone as Josie starts to call over and over again. When I step off the elevator, I turn off my phone since I bet my mom will be next to call. Anytime we get into a fight, Josie is quick to call her mom, who calls mine, and then I’m always coaxed to talk to Josie again. I should have cut her off a long time ago. Oh, I’m pissed.
I head to the front desk and get another room. I take the key and put it in my back pocket before gathering my things and heading back to the elevator. I still can’t believe she said that, and I also can’t understand why I’m even entertaining her comment. There is someone out there who’ll love me, and Denis is not it. Just as there is another friend out there for me; I’ve just got to find her. Them. I don’t know. I have never felt so betrayed in my life. Josie is supposed to be more than my best friend—a sister—but I know I’ll never be enough for her.
I trip out of the elevator, and I almost start to cry. I don’t know if it’s because I’m pissed or because I’m drunk, but I’m feeling all the emotion. I head down the hall, struggling with my bag, but I don’t care. I just want to go to bed. I just want to forget this night ever happened. I never want to speak to anyone in this godforsaken state again.
As I stop in front of my room, I take the key out of my purse and try to enter the room, but it doesn’t work. What the hell? Maybe I have the room number wrong? I look at the key. Pretty sure the front desk guy wrote my room number on the envelope, but I must have lost the envelope in my purse. I move next door and scan the card, and the door blinks green, letting me in.
I am too drunk for this.
I walk inside and start to strip off my clothes as I head to the fridge for a bottle of water. I stand there, naked as the day I was born, as I down the water. As I gasp for breath since I drank the whole bottle quickly, I take in my body in the mirror in front of me. I’m fluffy, but damn it, I’m fuckable for sure. I’d fuck me, and I deserve to be fucked good. Desire hits me then, and man if I don’t want to be fucked good by a man who won’t hold back with me.