Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 99540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 498(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 498(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
“You enjoyed that a lot, didn’t you?” Clutching the sink, he cocks his head. “It’s fine if you don’t want to admit it. I don’t care.”
He chucks his shirt under the faucet and splashes his face with some water too.
“Whatever it is that you’re doing,” he says, water dripping off his handsome face. “Keep doing it. Keeps me on edge.”
I narrow my eyes at him. He’s playing me, but I can’t help but bite. “I’m not doing anything in particular. Except for my makeup, of course.” I shrug and apply some more blush.
“Of course …” he repeats in a mocking fashion. His body turns my way, and his muscles tense with each move, almost begging me to look. “You’re trying to get back at me. I get it.”
“You don’t get shit,” I hiss, turning my head toward him. “Give me that picture.”
He raises a brow, and a devious smirk appears on his face. “This look on your face …” His hand inches closer, his fingers almost grazing my cheek. “That’s what I do it for.”
I lean back and hiss, “I’m not your fucking toy, Cole.”
“You think this is all a game?” he asks, while the water is still gushing over his shirt, but he pays no attention to it. “That I’m only in this to bully you for fun?”
“You’re an asshole, and you know it,” I spit, clutching the sink with one hand while putting the other on my side. “You just love bullying me.”
“Again with the asshole …” He scoffs, shaking his head. Then his dark, devilish eyes home in on me. “Keep saying it and you’ll only push me harder … and harder.”
Every time he says that word, he takes a step closer, and I can’t help but notice he bites his lip while doing so.
Fuck.
Don’t get distracted by his fucking looks, Monica. It’s all in your head.
“You got what you deserved,” I retort. “And there’s more where that came from.”
A smug grin softens his face. “You keep doing that. Keep messing with me, and before you know it, you won’t be able to stop,” he says, leaning in so close he could practically kiss me right then and there. But I won’t allow it. “And I’ll be right there … to pick up the pieces.” He taps me on the forehead, so I slap away his hand.
“If you’re not gonna give me the picture, then delete it. Or shit like this will keep happening, and it’ll only get worse,” I growl, not backing down.
He cocks his head at me, mere inches away from me. “Threatening me now?”
It’s almost as if me threatening him is more of a threat to me.
And I don’t know why but the mere thought of what else he could do to me makes me gulp.
“You think that picture is the only thing I can take from you?” His tongue darts out to wet his lips, and it’s so infuriatingly sexy that I want to scream. “Monica … you should know by now who you’re dealing with.”
His breath smells like menthol sweets and hot summer nights, and it almost draws me in.
Fuck.
I shove him away before he gets the chance to do it again. “Yeah, I know damn well who I’m dealing with,” I growl back. “You think you’re the only boy who has tried to ruin me? Wrong.”
His eyes flicker with interest. “Another boy? Now I’m curious.”
“Like I’d tell you.” I pass by him. “And I’m far from finished with you.”
He smirks at me as he turns around to watch me walk. “Keep running, Mo. Someday I’ll catch you.”
“In your dreams.” I give him the finger while marching out the door.
He might think this is all fun and games, but he doesn’t know how far I’m willing to go to get my point across. If I can’t hurt his reputation, I’m going to have to tackle the one thing that matters to him the most; his band.
And I know just what to do.
Cole
With or without a clean shirt, I’m going to my fucking band practice. They can drag my ass out of school for not sticking to the dress code, but I won’t leave voluntarily. No fucking way, especially not when Miss Sassy Pants Mo gets to continue her classes as if nothing ever happened.
Of course no one saw it was her. Who would pay attention to a girl going through my locker while fifteen others were all begging me for an autograph? No one.
She’s sneaky … and I’m surprised she actually took action.
If it wasn’t for that damn picture, I would’ve reported her to the dean. But of course, she knows I can’t. Instead of that picture being my safeguard against getting in trouble with my band, she’s using it as blackmail to bully me into submission.
Smart … but infuriating. So infuriating it almost makes me want to corner her and fuck her tight little ass until she begs for mercy. That might teach her not to mess with me.