Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 139870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 699(@200wpm)___ 559(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 699(@200wpm)___ 559(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
The hoodie falls all the way to my knees, and I climb into the car, pulling the seat back into place before turning on the engine.
I’m just about to start backing out of my spot when Sebastian leans into the open window. “Take these. They’re the good shit from my personal stash,” he tells me, handing me three perfectly rolled joints. “Maybe smoke one tonight and relax a little. God knows you could use it.”
I raise my brow as I take them from him. “You remember the whole pregnancy thing, right?”
His face scrunches, and with that one guilty expression, it’s clear that he’s already completely forgotten about it. “Keep them anyway,” he tells me with a wink. “You know … just in case.”
He quickly leans in closer and presses a sloppy kiss to my cheek before stepping back with the boys and giving me space to drive.
Not wanting to prolong this anymore, I hit the gas and back out of my spot while listening to the soft beep of my phone, telling me about all the missed calls and text messages. I drive away from the lake, watching the boys in my rearview mirror, and as I go, I quickly call Colton back to let him know that I'm still alive.
After he ends the call, I toss my phone to the side and pump the music. While my life is currently burning to ashes around me, I know I’ll always have Sebastian, Kai, and Eli. No matter what.
Two hours later, I pull into the garage of the Carrington mansion and park the Audi beside where the Veneno usually lives. Only Colton’s precious little first love is nowhere to be seen.
I cut the engine, and after feeling around on the passenger side for my phone, I come up blank. Where the hell did that stupid thing go?
I have no choice but to get serious about searching. After cutting the engine, I get out and make my way around to the passenger side while pulling up the sleeves of Eli’s hoodie. I can’t possibly start searching for my phone while my hands keep disappearing under the thick, black material.
Opening the passenger side door, I slide the chair back and start having a good feel around until my fingers curl around papers hidden under the chair.
What the hell is this?
My curiosity gets the best of me, and I pull them out before leaning forward onto the passenger seat and propping my elbows on the center console. My eyes scan over the papers, and I quickly realize that these are the registration papers for the Audi.
Realizing that it’s nothing interesting, I go to slip them back under the seat, only as I go, a name catches my attention, only it’s not the name I expect to see. It’s my fucking name.
My mouth drops open, and I gape at the papers for a little while longer.
“That motherfucker,” I say under my breath, wishing more than ever that I could light up one of Sebastian’s joints. That sneaky bastard went and put the Audi in my name. The fucker gave me a goddamn car without me even noticing.
I clench my jaw and shove the papers right back where I found them, making sure to crumple every little piece of them. Frustration pulses through me, and I all but shove my head down around the floor space until I finally find my phone.
I get back to my feet, and before the door has even closed, I open a new text message and march my ass back inside the mansion.
Ocean - You’re in a world of trouble, Colton Carrington. I suggest you get your ass home right now so I can bust it wide open ... and not in a good way.
Send.
Chapter 17
My fingers drum against the dining table as I stare at Colton sitting at the opposite side. He's been home for two hours, and he’s done his absolute best not to get anywhere near me, but his time has run out. There’s no avoiding me now.
From the guilty smirk across his face, he knows exactly what I found in his car, and he knows damn well that I’m not about to accept it. It’s too much. It’s freaking insane.
“Stop looking at me like that,” he tells me, leaning back in his chair with his arm casually thrown over the backrest.
My eyes narrow further while my fingers begin to drum faster. Casey looks between us, her drink hovering in the air, right in front of her lips. “What’s going on with you two? You’re being weird.”
I snap my glare at Casey. “Your stupid brother gave me a goddamn car.”
Her face lights up in joy as my mother gasps in shock, just as onboard the train to Shitsville as I am, completely understanding why this ‘gift’ is way too much. “Oh, nice,” Casey beams, more than ready to start congratulating her big brother on a job well done.