Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
Josh knows I’m struggling as I stare out of the window, and he gives my knee another squeeze. I try to fight the hurt, but it’s a bitch waiting to strike. I try to suck in a breath, but it chokes me. The lump in my throat won’t go away.
“It’s alright,” Josh says. “It’s ok to get upset, Ells. Don’t try to brush it off like it doesn’t matter.”
“It shouldn’t matter,” I choke. “I hate him.”
“Yes, but you didn’t hate him when he was fucking my sister behind your back, did you? You loved him.”
“I did more than love him. I worshipped the ground he fucking walked on, the stupid arrogant prick.” I shake my head. “I still can’t believe he did that to me.”
“I still can’t believe Amy fucked me over like a callous bitch either, but I’m glad she did,” Josh says, and his eyes are so fiercely green when he flashes me a glance. “Or I wouldn’t have met you, would I? I’d still be in love with a liar incapable of giving a shit for anyone but herself and her own fucking fantasies. Good fucking riddance.”
I admire Josh’s profile as he drives, remembering how he barged into the bathroom and pulled me close to him while Connor and I were battling. I remember how many times he squeezed my knee under the table while I was trying to get through dinner. I knew the offer was there to get out at a moment’s notice, all I had to do was say the word.
Such strength. Such respect.
The lump in my throat disappears as I stare at my new boyfriend, because Connor isn’t worth another single drop of my tears. He isn’t worth shit. Josh is right about our exes, too. I’m glad Connor was a lying, cheating, self-obsessed prick, or I wouldn’t have met Josh. And I wouldn’t be an entertainer, either.
“Good riddance to bad rubbish,” I say and smile at the man beside me. “Both Connor and Amy can go to hell as far as I’m concerned. And Connor can come to Sunday dinner as much as he likes. That piece of shit isn’t going to ruin your mum’s carrots for me. I can see where you get your chef skills from, by the way. Can’t wait to sample her apple crumble as well as her tiramisu. Georgia was raving about it.”
He grins. “Can’t wait to experience your mum’s steak and kidney pie, either. I’ll ask her for a cooking lesson when she arrives. I suck with pastry. Always have.”
“Nah, you don’t suck at anything. Ever.”
I adore his laugh. “That’s not quite true, baby. I suck plenty. Mainly dicks, of course.”
“Yeah, well, I can rival you on that today.” I hold up three fingers. “I’ve got a three on one booking later, in case you’d forgotten.”
He gives me a side eye, with a filthy smirk. “Forgotten? Hardly. I should be shaking Connor’s hand to be fair. We might have lost out on a decent few hours of preparation time if the tosser hadn’t been sitting on the other side of the table.”
“You’re going to help me prepare for later, are you?”
“You could say that, yes.”
“Nice.” I feel my mood lightening. “Going to share the details?”
“No. You can wait and find out.”
“Better put your foot down then, hadn’t you? The clock is ticking.”
The smirk on his face makes me grin and I’m feeling more like myself again. Back to the new me, without a sponging, self-obsessed asshole pulling me down.
Instead, I have a hot, dirty boyfriend lifting me up, and that’s what I want.
I want hot, dirty sex.
I want filthy hardcore.
I want Josh.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
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