Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Is he just doing this so he doesn’t have guilt? Or is he doing this because he feels the same as me? My stomach flutters at that thought. I turn into Skylar’s driveway, turn off my car, and get out.
The neighbor’s dog barks, but to be honest, I’m too tired and emotionally raw to quiet him. I just pull my backpack out and run up the steps, putting my key in, getting ready to wave, but he’s already pulling away.
I slowly slide inside and gently lock the door. The last thing I want to deal with is my sister. I’m too delicate right now. Maybe if I lie down, I can get a couple of hours’ sleep. I’ll curl into a ball, hug my pillow, and pretend it’s him.
“Where the fuck have you been?”
I scream and drop my backpack with a thud as I spin to see Skylar in her doorway. She’s in her robe, but she’s wearing makeup already.
“Jesus, you scared me.” I reach for my doorknob.
“I asked you a question.” She steps out, and I take a breath.
“Out,” I snap back, swinging my door open only to have her perfumed body block my entrance.
“With who?” she spits and I almost gag.
“None of your business.” I wipe at my face as she sniffs me. “What the hell are you doing?” I back away. Is she completely deranged?
“Where were you?” she screams, and I’m done.
Maybe it’s because of Brett, and this weekend, or maybe I’ve just had enough of her.
“I’m going to give you exactly three seconds to get out of my way, or I’ll move you myself.” My voice doesn’t waver as I stare straight into her eyes. She must see I’m not kidding because she steps away.
“I can smell him on you,” she hisses, walking back into her bedroom and slamming her door.
“Psycho.” I grab my backpack. Lifting the edge of my dress, all I smell is a fresh, downy scent. She’s trying to trip me up, right? I drop down onto my bed, kick off my sandals, and flop across the mattress.
Ten minutes. I’ll take a ten-minute nap, then deal with her, my feelings, and everything else.
ALEXANDREA
“What the hell is that?” Bolting up, I glance around my room, trying to adjust to the light. Turns out the loud beeping and violent rumbling sound is coming from the garbage truck outside. It prompts me to drag my ass out of bed. I’m still sore but better. At least I can bend down to reach my backpack and grab my phone.
Seven thirty in the morning. Okay, I’ll take a quick shower, then I’ll tackle my life. I turn my phone off sleep mode and hesitate before I open my door. Memories of Skylar a couple of hours ago make me cringe. Clearly, she’s not stable. Even though I’m sleeping with Brett, there is no way she could know that.
Plus, he’s assured me they’re not together, and I believe him. Breathing deeply, I exhale and crack my door open. I can instantly tell she’s gone. It’s like the house itself is happier. Too bad she does live here. I could definitely enjoy this cute place if she didn’t.
I’m in and out of the shower in ten minutes. After pinning my wet hair up in a messy bun, I do my eyes and slather on some shimmering pink lip gloss. I step back to assess myself. The sun definitely helps: that and orgasms. I’m practically glowing, and excitement makes my stomach flutter. As I run my tongue over my lips, my pussy throbs at the mere thought of last night. The way it burned, yet somehow felt good. He’s just so… filthy and exciting.
I walk back into my room, wondering if I should get myself off. Just close my eyes and think about him. It won’t take long. Letting my towel fall to my feet, I lean against the door. My hands touch my sensitive breasts. Closing my eyes, I pinch one nipple and moan, then freeze. Is that my fucking phone?
Like an annoying wasp, it vibrates on my bed. I don’t move, just wait for it to stop. Closing my eyes again, he’s there, his full lips smiling as he demands me to—
“Holy fuck. What?” I scream into the air because my phone is going off again. I push off the door and grab it. If it’s Skylar or Jordan, they picked the wrong time to mess with me.
“Hello?” I snap.
“You being a naughty girl?” His deep voice stops my breath, and I sink down onto my bed.
“Brett,” I whisper, clutching the comforter.
“I asked you a question.” His voice sounds so demanding.
I swallow. “No…” I wonder if I sound guilty, and I can almost see him smile.
“I think you are being naughty.” His voice goes straight to my throbbing clit. “Baby Girl? Talk to me. Tell me you weren’t getting ready to touch my cunt.”