Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 65683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
It was obvious he contemplated what I was saying.
Adding insult to injury, I demanded, “Now, if you’ll point me to my room, we can end this unwanted conversation and go on with our day.”
I hated the way he was eyeing me as he led me up the stairs. It was as if he was scheming something volatile in his thick, stubborn skull.
“Fine. You want to live here—”
“I don’t want to live here, Vaughan. I have to.”
“By all means.” He gestured beside him, nodding down the long, narrow hallway.
“Your bedroom’s next to mine.”
I let out a deep sigh, understanding what that meant.
“Don’t worry, Tru. I never let them spend the night.”
“You’re disgusting.”
He winked, walking back toward his room. I’d never forget his next words. They weren’t a statement.
They were a warning.
“Welcome to my world, Trudence.” With a devilish grin, he added…
“Let’s see how long you last in it.”
CHAPTER 4
VAUGHAN
She’d only been at my house a week, and I already wanted to kick her ass out. Her passive-aggressive stares were the kind of shit I’d lived with my entire life. That was the easy shit to handle, but did she have to constantly add something else to my place?
She bought paper towels, bathroom spray, and then when I was looking around wondering how I was the lucky one who got to share a bathroom with her and where it all went to shit—I opened up the cupboard and saw tampons, so many fucking tampons in such a variety of colors I almost had a stroke. I wasn't that much of a prick that I didn’t get it—it was just that they belonged to her. Just another sick reminder that she was living and sleeping next door to me. Naked at times.
Showering.
Changing.
Touching her luscious body.
These were the last things I needed to think about Tru. To add to the current endless bullshit, our past kept rearing its ugly head when it came to us. All the times we laughed in bed together or the fucking memories that no longer meant shit anymore.
I snatched the box of tampons, hair still damp from my shower, and marched into her room without knocking.
In one breath, I roared, “No!”
She lazily looked up from her laptop, barely making eye contact over the top of it.
“You’ll have to be more specific, genius.”
I held up the tampon box and slammed it onto her dresser so hard that two pictures fell back, and a pencil dropped onto the floor.
“Keep this shit in your room.”
She shrugged, her dark hair bouncing against her chin. She wore black-framed glasses that shouldn’t in any way make her look like the hot librarian fantasy every single guy in existence ever had.
“Whatever makes you happy. I live to serve.”
I snorted out a laugh and leaned my broad frame against the door. “Oh yeah?”
She finally looked up, blinking with an innocence I knew was long gone because I fucking stole it. I moved my hand to the zipper of the jeans I’d hurriedly tossed on after drying off.
Her eyes darted to my fingers, and you could barely hear her suck in a sharp breath, but it was there, and what was once taunting me now had me hesitating. I wanted to hurt her over and over again, but I also knew how painful it would be for me. Revenge was never one-sided; it hurt to receive, but sometimes I think it hurt more to give because you knew you were the one who gave the final blow.
I shoved the thought away and kept staring her down.
“You said you live to serve.” I used both hands to move my zipper completely down, calling her bluff, or so I thought. She slowly closed her laptop and hopped off the bed, wearing nothing but short black shorts and a white crop top.
I refused to look at her tits and the way they pointed straight at me like they needed attention with my touch. When she stopped right in front of me, her chest was heaving up and down. I couldn’t tell if she was aroused or just extremely pissed off and ready to suffocate me.
“Do you really, really think that my teeth should be so close to your dick, Vaughan?”
I leaned down and tapped her cheek with one of my hands, drawing her attention from my chest to my face.
“Do you really think I’d let you anywhere near my cock?”
She pressed a hand against my chest, then the other. “I think you’re so desperate for any piece of ass that you’d even ask for mine. Thanks for these.” She tapped the box on the dresser. “You can show yourself out now. I’m busy.”
“I can only imagine the number of times you’ll touch yourself thinking of this moment.”
Her jaw clenched.
“Oh and also, we’re having a party tonight, so if you decide to leave this dark cave of solitude where happiness dies, put on some makeup. We don’t want to scare anyone. But I wouldn’t recommend it. After all, you’ve already fucked the best football player. I don’t want you tempted to spread your legs for the rest of the team.”