Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 63139 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63139 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
“Hit and flick?” I ask.
“You know, someone hit her with their car, freaked out, and flicked her when she died. It makes sense. Nobody else knows much about it.”
“Did she have a boyfriend or anything?” I ask.
Poppy shrugs. “I don’t know much about it, just those rumors I used to hear.”
Hmmm.
Interesting.
“Did you know her?” Ramona asks.
“Oh, no, I didn’t. I just heard someone talking about her and looked into it. It’s pretty interesting.”
“Yeah, mysteries always are,” Poppy agrees.
“Oh, would you look at that, the big boys rolled in.”
Ramona nods to the door and I look over to see Riggs, Remy, Hank, Hugh, Adan, and Beckett all walking into Wildflowers. With their leather jackets and gorgeous hard faces, they turn a lot of heads. We shuffle over on the booth, making room for them as they come in and sit down. Adan throws his arm around Ramona’s shoulder, leaning in to kiss her neck. Beckett sits beside Poppy, whispering something in her ear that makes her grin.
Remy gives me a look.
I pretend I don’t notice.
“I’m getting another round,” I say, standing. “Everyone up for a drink?”
I get a few nods and walk over to the bar, needing a break for a minute. I order the drinks and by the time I get them and get back to the table, a few women have joined the group. One of those women is sitting on Remy’s lap. He’s grinning at her and she’s playing with his hair while whispering something in his ear.
I can’t say I’ve ever felt jealousy in my life, so I’m not certain that’s what I’m feeling, but one thing is for sure, something grips my stomach and makes me feel agitated. I shake it off. We’re friends with benefits, right? That’s the point. Nobody gets attached, that also means we can do as we please. If he wants to be with other women at the same time as me, he’s allowed.
I look away and see Ramona staring at me. She gives me a tight, sympathetic smile. I don’t need people feeling sorry for me, Remy and I aren’t a thing, we’re fuck buddies and he can do whatever the hell he wants. I take a shot off the tray and shoot it back, then I take another.
“Slow down there, lady,” Hank says, his voice low. “We’ll be carrying you home you keep that up.”
“I’m good with that,” I mutter, taking another shot and walking off.
I sit at the stage and watch the music for a while, zoning out to the gorgeous sounds of the woman singing. She’s talented. Eve said she’s a regular, but she should definitely be singing on the big stage. I feel a presence beside me and turn to see Eve sitting down. She gives me a warm smile, and that makes me feel a little better.
“You good?” she asks.
“I’m good, I just have a lot going on in my mind right now. But I’m good.”
“Has it got to do with the woman all over Remy right now?”
I glance over at the table, where Remy has his hand on the woman’s ass, and she’s grinding herself against him. Wow, the man certainly isn’t fussy, is he?
If I were petty, I would try and make him jealous by finding the next hot guy to slide up against, but I have better things to do.
“We’re fuck buddies,” I answer her with a shrug. “He can do what he wants.”
“Maybe so, but I know how quickly you can get close to someone during sex. You two have been spending a lot of time together.”
“Fuck buddies,” I remind her. “It’s fine, Eve. Your place is great, by the way. This open mic night is truly something incredible.”
“Yeah.” She smiles, looking around. “I love it here.”
“I’m going to get some fresh air, thanks for inviting me tonight.”
I stand and walk out, shoving through the crowds of people to get outside. I find a spot near the front of Wildflowers and take a long inhale, breathing in deeply and then exhaling slowly. The air is fresh and crisp, and the music is flowing from the open doors. It’s nice out here. Refreshing.
A giggle alerts me to the fact that I’m not alone, and I turn to see Remy and his piece walking out. They don’t notice me right away, and both of them are laughing about something, his hand is on her back, she’s got herself practically wrapped around him. I shake my head slowly, not even sure why the hell I care.
Maybe it’s just the fact that I don’t like the idea of being easy.
Sure, I agreed to this and I let him have sex with me, but I guess it is clear now that I’m just an easy way for him to get what he wants.
His eyes lock onto me and he pauses. “Gabby.”