Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 129207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
Ezra is far from being the incredible man I fell in love with. The man who would sit at the end of my bed and scrawl lyrics while I talked shit. The man who held me after my mother died. I don’t think the real Ezra Knight even exists anymore, and nothing is more gut-wrenching than that.
Getting home, I make my way into my bedroom and drop my bag onto my bed before pulling out all of my books. If I’m going to pass this damn class, then I’m going to have to get my shit together and learn how to block out the world around me. I can’t allow myself to fall to pieces every time someone captures Ezra in a compromising position, otherwise, I’ll never live a normal life.
Hell, it’s been six years. Why can’t I seem to move past this already? He’s nothing but a figment of my imagination.
I start cramming as though I were preparing for a test and going over everything I’ve ever learned in my comms class, even the stuff I feel I already know better than my own black heart. I won’t fail this class. Like I said, it’s not an option. Not just because I owe it to Axel after he so generously paid my tuition fees, but because going back to that house in Michigan is something I will never do.
It’s just after five when I hear Madds come in, and as I track her footsteps through our small apartment, I lift my gaze, sensing her right outside my door. She kicks it open a moment later with a huge candle in her hand and her nose shoved into it. She inhales deeply. “Holy shit, girl. You have to smell this. It’s Fireball.”
I arch a brow and stare at her as she hurries around my bed and shoves her brand-new candle in my face. I take a whiff, and a stupid smirk stretches across my face. “Those of us who aren’t alcoholics refer to that as cinnamon.”
She rolls her eyes. “Those of us who make a point to enjoy the smaller things in life would disagree,” she tells me.
My jaw drops. “I do enjoy the smaller things in life.”
“Says the girl currently sprawled across her bed on a Monday afternoon, buried under a pile of textbooks.” I stare blankly, and she puts the candle down on my bedside table before sweeping the books off my bed to make space for her ass. “Is this because of your comms class?”
I nod as a heavy sigh tears from deep inside of me. “Yep. He’s giving me one last shot to pull my shit together, otherwise, he’s failing me.”
“What? That’s bullshit.”
“No, bullshit was when he suggested I was a freeloader who thought she was going to sail through college on her brother’s fame.”
“No,” she gasps. “Tell me you’re lying.”
“I wish I were,” I say. “So now on top of needing to raise my grade, I also have to prove I’m actually good enough to be here, and that my admission wasn’t just accepted because I’m Axel Stone’s little sister.”
Her face scrunches with distaste before her eyes light up. “You know what you need?” she asks, watching me a little too closely. “Dick. You need a lot of dick. Like a big, thick dick that’ll take you to pound town.”
“I do not need a dick.”
“The girls who say they don’t need a dick are the ones who need it the most. Just a wham, bam, thank you, ma’am. It’ll be done and dusted in twenty minutes, and assuming he knows how to use his equipment, you’ll be left feeling like a whole new woman.”
“I don’t think so.”
“You know, it’s scientifically proven that releasing all that pent-up frustration is great for the mind. Once you come and throw him out, you can get back to your textbooks and your mind will be like a little sponge soaking up all the communications drivel that nobody actually cares about.”
I give her a blank stare. “You made that up.”
Madds shrugs her shoulders. “It could be true.”
I roll my eyes, but before I get a chance to tell her how ridiculous she is, she pulls her phone out. “Listen, I wasn’t going to tell you this, but I ran into this guy yesterday who said that he saw us together last week and wanted to know if you were single, and of course I told him you were available. He’s really cute and seems super down to Earth, and I think you should go to dinner with him tonight and see where it goes.”
“Absolutely not.”
“Don’t be a bore. We’re twenty-two years old. This is our time to fuck around and have a good time. Before we know it, college will be over, and we’ll be out there in the real world, and when you look back on these days, it won’t be with fondness. You’ll be bummed that you wasted your youth holed up in a stinky bedroom, reading over textbooks you already know back to front.”