Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 91042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Fucking bastard. I might fuck different women, but I never cheated. I didn’t do relationships.
“Sorry. That was probably more information than you wanted.”
I shook my head, standing to pour myself another drink. “Not at all. Only confirmed my opinion of him.”
Another laugh. “Is that so?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I replied, my own lips tugging into a grin. “Never liked him, and he’s not NFL material.”
“Let me guess…you’re an Ole Miss fan,” she said.
I went to the cabinet with whiskey in it and pulled down a bottle, then glanced over my shoulder at her. “Go Rebels,” I replied, although that was a fucking lie.
She rolled her eyes, but she was smiling.
“So, you’re telling me you’ve never cheated on a girl?” she asked.
“Never been in a relationship, darlin’. So, no, I haven’t,” I told her as I poured my drink, running the ball on the top of my tongue ring over my lip.
“Like, never?” she asked incredulously. “How have you never been in a serious relationship? You’re, like, what, twenty-six, twenty-seven?”
I turned back around to look at her. “Twenty-seven.” Although I’d only been twenty-seven for three months now.
“And not one time in all those years have you been in a relationship?” she asked me again as if she didn’t believe me.
“If we aren’t counting my hand,” I drawled.
She frowned, and when the realization hit her, she went from looking shocked to flushed.
“That makes your cheeks turn pink? Me mentioning the fact that I’ve been jerking off since before puberty at least once a day? You dated Alec Dart. You can’t tell me he didn’t talk about shit like that.”
She bit her bottom lip and looked so damn shy that it made me want to grab her and kiss that innocent look off her face. Dirty her up a little.
Stop. Easy with the imagination.
The thickening in my cock wasn’t a good thing. Not here and not with her.
“No. I mean, he would get a little crude when he was with his friends and drinking, but he didn’t say that much around me. I just hadn’t expected you to say something like that.”
I grinned into my glass. I wanted to say a lot more to her. See her get all flustered, but I didn’t.
“Did you just never fall in love?” she asked me.
That got a laugh from me. I shook my head. “Darlin’, why would I fall in love with one woman when there is a vast array of tight little cunts to be sampled?”
Her body tensed up as her shoulders went straight. That only made her tits press against the cotton of my shirt. I needed to get the woman a bra. Jesus.
“Oh,” she breathed. “I guess maybe all men think that way. It took the NFL and distance from me for Alec to realize that was what he wanted too.”
Now, she looked…defeated. As if I had just dashed all her dreams. That wasn’t what I’d meant to do. Fuck. I was not good at talking to females who weren’t trying to suck my cock or ride it.
“That’s not necessarily true,” I told her. “My best friend is so pussy-whipped by his wife that he can’t stand being away from her for a goddamn minute. Before Halo, I would have thought that I’d never see the day one woman would be enough for him. But he worships the ground she walks on.”
A dreamy, almost-envious expression crossed her face. “Wow. That sounds…very fairy tale–like.” She let out a small laugh. “I used to love fairy tales. Cinderella was my favorite book when I was younger. But I grew up and realized that was in fact fiction and not real life.”
Part of me wanted to reassure her that was possible, but it was hard to do when I wasn’t sure I believed that shit myself. Bane and Halo were that once-in-a-lifetime thing, which was rare. Until them, I’d never seen anything like it.
“Cinderella needed a man to save her, if I’m remembering the correct fairy tale. She had a shit life and a stepmother that treated her like a slave. Instead of her standing up to the woman and beating her ass, a man had to take her away from it all,” I said. “That bitch was weak. From what I’ve seen and heard, you’re pretty damn tough.”
She dropped her gaze to her lap, and her lips tugged up at the corners. “I don’t see her that way. She was an abused kid who did what she had to in order to survive. She carried all the weight on her shoulders, having no one to share it with. No one to share anything with. She was basically alone. Then, a prince came along, and they fell in love—although it was a little too instalove.” She lets out a musical trickle of laughter. “But she didn’t ask him for help. She faced her problems and remained brave. Then, one day, he found her. He’d never stopped searching. She was his other half. The one that completed him. And together, they faced life. Fought their battles side by side.”