Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 115590 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115590 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
I turned on her, jaw clenched. “Worried about your little boyfriend out there?”
“God, you’re an idiot.” She pinched the bridge of her nose. “If you get into a fight, who is going to come off worse?”
I stopped pacing to glare at her, my eye twitching. No way in hell she thought Harford could take me. “Who the fuck do you think?” My voice boomed around the ritzy bathroom.
She leaned against the marble sink with a frown. “You. It will always be you. Because they will call the cops, and they aren’t hauling Daddy’s boy to jail, are they?”
I paced again, all too aware Monroe was right. These Barrington dick’s bankrolled fathers always knew the right people. They always got off on the “but he’s from a good family” excuse. They were always the heroes, and we were always the villains. I glanced at my reflection in the mirror. Damn, did we both look out of place in this pristine bathroom with all its expensive soaps and folded hand towels. Maybe they were better...
“God, I hate them,” I said through gritted teeth.
We stood in silence. If I had to guess, both hating the Barrington kids for the sheer fact that they had things we never would. Like folded fucking hand towels.
Monroe dropped her head on a sigh. “I don’t know why the hell I agreed to come to this.”
Someone banged on the door. Hendrix faked a high-pitched moan from the other side. “Right there, Zepp. Get my G-spot.” A loud chuckle followed before the door rattled again. “Come on, man. I gotta whizz.”
Monroe shoved away from the sink and looked at me. “Can we just leave?”
The petty side of me wanted to stay until the last person left, but she wanted to go. My petty bullshit wasn’t worth it. “Whatever. We’ll go.” I opened the door and stepped into the narrow hall.
Hendrix had one of the Barrington cheerleaders cornered, one hand trailing down her arm while the other swatted at one of the family portraits on the wall. He whispered something into her ear, and she blushed. Dumbass.
“Hey, dickface?” I said. “Where are the other guys?”
Hendrix glanced over the girl’s shoulder. “Wolf went up to a room with some girl. And Bellamy…” His attention went back to the girl. He was like a squirrel chasing nuts.
I walked over and whacked his head. “I’m ready to go.”
“Man.” He scowled, stepping away from the girl. “I’m about to take whatever this chick’s name is into the bathroom and pound her brains out.”
Like a typical Barrington girl, she stood there, pretending she didn’t hear it. Another one of those, I’m not like this, let me choke on your balls girls.
“Can you give a man a minute to get his nut?” Hendrix shook his head like I’d just pissed in his Cheerios.
“God, you’re awful,” Monroe said.
“Don’t hate the player, Red.” He patted her shoulder. “Hate the motherfucking game.”
My brother was an absolute idiot. I gave him a shove. “Ten minutes and we’re out.”
I led Monroe into the living room and pulled her into my lap on one of the leather sofas. She went rigid and folded her arms over her chest. Max stood at the far side of the room, chugging beer. I placed my hand on Monroe’s leg, and she tensed even more. I didn’t miss the subtle hitch of her breath as I trailed my finger a little higher. There was the curiosity to go farther until my hand sank between her thighs and I had her moaning.
My gaze dropped to her mouth, and I thought about how good her lips felt. “Tell me you didn’t like it.”
“Didn’t like what?”
“That kiss.”
She hesitated. “Do you care if I liked it or not?”
“What if I do?”
“Then that would make you less of an asshole.”
I swept a finger over her bottom lip. “What if I wanted to do it again?”
Her cheeks stained pink as she focused on my mouth. “I—”
“Zepp!” Leah’s annoying high-pitched voice nearly split my ears.
“Great.” Monroe rolled her eyes and pushed to her feet, swaying a little. “I need to find Jade.”
The second Monroe had left, Leah crossed her arms over her chest and shot daggers at me. “You’d rather screw that trash than me? I can’t believe you, Zepp!”
Shouldn’t have been hard for her to believe. Monroe was prettier. Smarter. Why wouldn’t I pick her over Leah’s shallow, fake ass?
“I actually like her.” I shoved up from the couch. “You were just a hole to stick my dick in, which technically makes you the trash, Leah.”
I didn’t wait for a reaction; I got my ass out of there. I was halfway down the hall when Hendrix shouted, “cocksucker” from somewhere upstairs. A naked guy flew over the railing, landing on the hardwoods below with a thud. Hendrix launched himself from the first-floor landing with a war cry, landed in a crouch, then leaped onto the guy, whaling on his face.