Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 90564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Her eye twitched before she took a deep breath. “You know what, I don’t care where you stick your dick.”
Great. Because she didn’t need to. And I didn’t need to want to stick it in her. “It’s none of your business who I fuck!”
Her jaw set as she crossed the living room, stopping to slap her hand against my chest. “Here’s your rent. Less twenty-five dollars for the morning after pill.” The money fluttered to the stained carpet when she moved toward the entrance. “I’ll let you know how much it is when I get tested for STDs,” she called before she rounded the corner.
Angry footsteps stomped up the stairs.
I swallowed back the urge I had to scream, then punch the wall. I may have been an asshole, but I wasn’t that big of an asshole. If there was a chance I could have had something, I wouldn’t have touched her.
There wasn’t. I got tested regularly and hadn’t touched anyone without a condom but her.
“I don’t have anything,” I shouted. “I don’t fuck girls without condoms.”
“Says every shitty guy ever. ‘You’re the only one.’ ‘I’m clean.’ ‘Just let me go bareback, baby.’”
I rounded the doorframe, stopping at the foot of the stairs just before she reached the top landing. Oh, she was pious. I took the steps two at a time. Anger and jealousy churned a toxic sludge in my veins.
As much of a hypocrite as it made me, I hated the idea that some other guy—or a lot of some other guys—may have had her. “From the way that sounded,” I said, whipping around the banister. “I’m the one who needs to get tested.”
“Fuck you, Hendrix.”
I grabbed her arm just before she made it to her bedroom door. She spun around, and a sharp sting landed on my cheek. I stumbled back a step from the pure shock of it. She had literally, palm on the cheek, slapped me. And my dick loved it. At least until I noticed the repulsed look on her face.
“You disgust me,” she said.
Said the girl who fucked someone else. “Funny because you didn’t seem that disgusted when I was sucking my come out of your pussy last night!”
“Only because your dick couldn’t last two minutes.” She looked me up and down. “You better hold on to that memory of my tight pussy making you come in seconds because you won’t be feeling it again.”
Then she stormed into her room and slammed the door. I had invited the Medusa in, and this was my reckoning.
The next morning, Bellamy took me to Bullseye so I could get more Pop-Tarts. Because, of course, Lola had declared war, throwing away my precious Taco Casa and evidently eating all of my beloved, chemical-infused pastries. They weren’t even off-brand.
When we got back to my house, I hid them underneath the couch.
Bellamy gave me a weird look before grabbing the game controller and turning on the PlayStation. “Did you just stuff those underneath the sofa?”
“Yeah.” I snatched my cracked controller from the coffee table, then turned on the TV.
“Why?”
“Storing them in the dark makes them keep longer.”
“The pantry is dark. They’re Pop-Tarts. They’re full of shit that keeps them from going bad.”
“That’s your opinion.”
We started the game. Two minutes in, Bellamy’s avatar hit the desert ground.
“How are you so bad at this game?” I asked.
He grumbled something before pressing play again.
I tracked him around the side of a pixilated building. His avatar froze, and I pulled the trigger. “Seriously, asshole, what is—”
“You hypocritical fuck!” he shouted. “You did fuck her in that restroom, didn’t you?”
Before I could glance away from the screen, Lola crossed in front of the TV, heading toward the kitchen.
Bellamy’s narrowed gaze shifted from her to me. Then he shoved me. “After all the shit you’ve given me about Drew, and you’re banging your own Medusa?” He shook his head. “Now, who’s lost their pimp stripes?”
“I’m not fucking him!” Lola called from the kitchen.
Thankfully saving me. I didn’t want to lose my pimp stripes. Although, at the current moment, was I plowing into her? No. Give it until tonight, though…
“That’s Bullshit. Complete bullshit,” Bellamy said, thumbing over at me. “His dick is like a magnet. No way in hell you’re staying here and not getting pounded.”
From the corner of my eye, I saw Lola move into the doorway, but I ignored her, focusing on beating Bellamy’s ass in the game. “I prefer my dick with a little more exclusivity.”
Exclusivity… I snorted at that. She was one to say something about being exclusive.
Bellamy’s avatar chased me around a bush. “Then why are you here?” he asked her.
I shot him, then glanced across the couch at him. “She’s renting the room.”
“You're renting the spare room… to your ex-girlfriend.” His wide-eyed gaze drifted from the TV to Lola. “Your psychotically jealous, insane-as-hell ex-girlfriend?”