Series: Silver Spoon MC Series by Nichole Rose
Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
"I'm not your girlfriend, Andreas," I say.
His growl is frightening. And sexy.
"We haven't even been on a date!" I cry, flinging my hands up in the air. "And you didn't even ask me to be your girlfriend. You just started telling people I'm your girlfriend. I'm pretty sure it doesn't work that way." I look to Autumn for confirmation. Hopefully she knows since I've never dated anyone before now.
"You've never taken her on a date?" Autumn spins to gape at her brother.
"Haven't had time," he mutters defensively.
"Unacceptable," Autumn declares, scowling at him. Dressed in a black business suit with red stilettos and matching lipstick, she's way more intimidating than I am. She looks like she's ready for a war in the boardroom. "You don't get to just tell her she's your girlfriend, Andreas Romano. This isn't kindergarten. You have to earn the right to claim a woman this beautiful. And you have not earned it." She huffs at him and then spins to me, looping her arm through mine. "Come on. We're going to get you ready while my idiot brother figures out where he's taking you tonight."
"But I…" Well, if it isn't the consequences of my own actions biting me in the butt. This isn't at all what I meant. I glance over my shoulder at Andreas, silently pleading for help as Autumn drags me up the stairs, but he just smirks at me. The big jerk.
"You'll have to excuse him," Autumn says, pulling me into her bedroom suite. Like Andreas's suite, hers is massive. It's not nearly as tidy as his though. She has boxes stacked in one corner, with clothes scattered around the floor. Her purple sheets are twisted up, one pillow hanging off the side of the bed. It's honestly a mess, but seeing it instantly puts me at ease.
At least something in his world is familiar. Everything else is shiny and perfect.
"He's a clueless idiot most of the time," Autumn says, releasing me to wade through the clothes in the floor on her way to the closet. "I don't think he's ever dated."
"Me either," I confess.
"Really? Why not? I mean, not that it's any of my business, but you're gorgeous."
"Thank you." I smile at her. She's genuinely nice. If she thinks it's odd that I showed up at midnight, had a meltdown, and then moved in, she hasn't mentioned it. "Um, my brother never let me date."
"My brother never let me date either." She scrunches up her nose in distaste. "Not that I ever wanted to date."
"Me either."
"Why not?"
"Men suck," I say with a shrug. The ones I know do anyway. Except for Andreas. He's…different. He doesn't make my skin crawl or make me want to vomit. His eyes aren't eternally bloodshot, and he doesn't constantly smell like alcohol and stale cigarettes. There's nothing juvenile or immature about him. And he doesn't have women hanging all over him all the time like the Vipers always do.
She laughs quietly. "I have a feeling I'm going to like you, Catriona Grady."
"I like you too," I whisper and then fidget nervously. "I've never really had any girl friends before. I mean, friends who were girls. Or friends at all, really." I bite my lip, figuring I probably shouldn't have admitted that. It probably makes me sound sad and desperate. It's true though. Sure, I had friends when I was a little girl. But they either moved away or stopped coming around once Connor got involved with the Vipers. For the past few years, I've been on my own.
"Then I'm thrilled to be your first girlfriend," she says with a bright, genuine smile. And then she gives a wicked laugh. "Now, please tell me that I get to help you get ready for this date because my brother has been a pain in the ass my entire life and I am dying to see him lose his mind over you."
"What do you have in mind?" I ask.
Her grin turns purely wicked. "Depends on how much you want to torture him."
I chew on my bottom lip, thinking it over. He did introduce me as his girlfriend twice today. And he made me go to work with him. Though I'm not really sure why since he didn't even do any work and we ended up leaving at noon.
After Jude left, I convinced Andreas to let me straighten up his desk. I don't know how he managed to find anything with it as messy as it was. I spent most of the morning organizing paperwork into chronological order. He spent most of the morning trying to interrupt me with kisses. I didn't complain too much. Kissing him is infinitely better than thinking about the trouble Connor is in.
For a long time, my brother was my hero. He's been slowly losing that status for a long time now. But I don't think I ever let myself grieve that loss until now. My brother isn't the man I always thought he was. He isn't a hero at all. He's a criminal, just like his criminal friends.