Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
“Could I see your palm?”
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I had a bad feeling about this. I didn’t want to be fucking around with shit I didn’t understand. Brooke placed her hand on the table and the fortuneteller traced the lines on her palm with her index finger.
“You’re sad,” she spoke, still tracing the lines. “You’ve been sad for a very long time; since you were a child. You come from an extremely privileged life. You know where you come from, but you have no idea where you’re going. You don’t cry. You don’t share any emotion. It makes your heart cold. You don’t love, child. You don’t know how to.”
I looked over at Brooke’s face and she was biting her cheek, taking in every word.
“You hide. You hide behind everything. Including your body, which you so easily give away like it’s nothing.” The fortuneteller looked up at her with an intense stare. “You’re scared of the world because it’s done nothing, but hurt you. You don’t let anyone in… not because you’re scared they’re going to hurt you, it’s because you’re terrified they’re not going to. No one can hurt you as much as you can hurt yourself.”
Brooke roughly pulled her hand away and stood, immediately leaving.
“Fuck…” I breathed out. I pulled out my wallet and placed a twenty on the table. “Thanks.”
“The dreams… they’re going to be the end of you, if you let them,” she announced, stopping me dead in my tracks.
I didn’t turn, but I couldn’t move either.
“The girl. She brings you peace and tranquility. Which is interesting because she is nothing but chaos, but she is the quiet to your storm. Now that’s irony. Be careful, child, don’t play with fire unless you intend to get burned; that girl is nothing but flames.”
What the fuck?
“You’re not your father… one day you will realize that. You can’t save her… but she may be able to save you.”
I shook my head and left.
Not being able to hear anymore.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
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I found Brooke at a bar a few doors down. She was outside drinking what appeared to be a whiskey; two empty glasses sat on the table.
“Hey.”
She looked up smiling, like nothing had just happened. “Hey, I ordered you a drink, but then I drank it,” she said, laughing.
“Are you okay?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
If this is how she was going to play it… all I could do was nod. The server came back to the table and I ordered a drink, and she ordered shots.
“Bambi… I don’t think—”
“Devon, we’re on vacation, just relax!”
I nodded again.
We spent the rest of the night drinking, barely eating, and we were shitfaced.
“What time is it?” she slurred.
I looked down at my watch and had to close one eye to see. “Almost one or maybe two.”
“In the morning?”
I looked around us and it was dark. “Yeah…”
“Mmmm kay,” she replied, leaning into me and rubbing her nose against my neck. “You smell nice… like nice guy Devon. I think that’s your nickname,” she laughed and I laughed, too. It was contagious.
“I think we need to get some coffee,” I reasoned.
“Mmmm kay, but I want a pizza.”
I guess drunken Bambi didn’t care about calories.
I got two slices; she ate hers and half of mine. The coffee sobered me up pretty fast, but she was still pretty tipsy.
“I’m kind of surprised how much liquor you can take down.”
She nodded, proud of herself and had the sloppiest, but most adorable look on her face.
“I think we should go back to the hotel and do things to each other.”
I laughed. “Oh yeah?”
“Totes! I’ll go first and then you can go or vice versa… or we can do it at the same time. Unless you want to fuck and then… that’d be cool.”
“Do you have any idea what you just said?”
She nodded again with that adorable face. “Yep… let’s go.” She grabbed my hand and I followed her into a cab.
We walked into the room. She said she needed to shower. I was worried that she might fall, but I figured this wasn’t the first time she had been drunk. She could handle her own. It didn’t take long for her to appear once again in the smallest towel invented by man.
“I feel better,” she stated, laughing and sitting on the edge of the bed.
“I figured a shower would help. I’m going to take one myself.”
She nodded in a shy way that I had never seen before.
I was done fairly quickly. I put on a pair of gym shorts and found her still wrapped in a towel, sitting against the headboard.
I raised my eyebrows in confusion and she took a deep breath, raising her hand and unwrapping her towel. I swallowed the saliva that had pooled in my mouth, as I watched her spread her legs and cock her head to the side; giving me these eyes that said, “Fuck me.” Her pussy was the prettiest fucking shade of pink and her breasts would fit precisely in my hands. I wanted to suck her perfect, pink nipples and have her beg for more.