Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 108721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
Her brown hair lies in soft waves around her shoulders, and even from a distance, I see that she put on some makeup. That’s different. Something that feels a lot like jealousy burns in my veins. I hope she isn’t trying to impress someone because no one with a brain cell in their head is going to leave this party with her in their possession while I’m here. An irrational need to go to her pops into my head. I shake it, the movement subtle but fierce. No. She means nothing. The less interest I show in her, the easier this will all be.
Even with that thought, though, I can’t look away. I drag my gaze over her from head to toes, noticing that she's wearing a zip-up hoodie over her jean skirt and ankle boots. Fuck, she looks good, even covered more than most of the girls at this party.
An image of her tiny little body writhing beneath me appears in my mind. Her skin between my teeth. Her pretty lips releasing sweet, intoxicating sounds.
The fucking ways I would ruin her.
I shift uncomfortably in the chair, and the girl beside me laughs. Suddenly, even the idea of being with either of them pisses me off.
Ely’s blue eyes find me. I can feel the weight of them on my skin, but her expression is different, unreadable, and I swear it looks like she’s looking through me, rather than at me.
The moment ends, the elastic band tethering us together snapping, and I clench my fist, needing something to ground me. Without an apparent second thought, she turns and follows Bel into the kitchen, both of them disappearing from my line of sight for a second because of the crowd.
I stand, pretending to stretch, and the girl on my lap tumbles forward.
“Hey, what the…” She pauses when I resettle into the seat, with a better view now, and tug her back onto my lap.
I'm not going to fuck either of them, but I can use them as a buffer between Elyse and myself.
The nameless girl wiggles in my lap, grinding her ass against my still-hard cock. If only she knew my cock was hard for someone else entirely. I wonder if she would still be working this hard?
The other girl leans in and drapes her arm over my shoulders. “We could go,” she whispers into my ear.
I shake my head. “Sorry, I have to stay. Mill business.”
She gives me what I assume she thinks is her best puppy dog eyes, and when that doesn’t work, she lets out a resounding sigh and turns to scan the crowd. After a moment, she looks back at me, realizing I’m not going to change my mind.
“Let’s go,” she orders her friend, grabbing her by the hand.
“What? I thought…” The girl in my lap stares between us, confusion filling her eyes.
“He doesn’t want to fuck us. Let’s go,” she announces like she’s ashamed and then drags her friend back out onto the dance floor.
Well, there goes my buffer. Whatever, I guess. I look away from the dance floor and back to where Elyse is standing. Bel is there with Drew wrapped behind her back as usual.
I notice there are a few other girls standing around, but none of them draws my attention like Elyse. I watch as she strips off her hoodie and ties it around her waist.
Drew says something and then passes her a cup, which Ely takes without question. I unclench my fist, not realizing how tightly I was holding it. Relax. She’s not your problem. I mean outside of her obligation to pay her father’s debt. Still, it’s a relief that she isn’t taking a drink from some random guy. I can trust Drew.
He doesn't want her, wouldn’t even consider giving up Bel for her, not with how obsessed he is, but it’s not him that’s the issue. It’s the other fuckers in attendance. Interest reflects in their heavy stares, the way they look her up and down like she’s a big, juicy steak they can’t wait to get a taste of.
Just try it, fuckers. See what happens. Touch what is mine. I’ll feed you your fingers one by one.
When Ely smiles at something Bel says, my heart lurches out of my chest. How have I never noticed how pretty she is when she smiles? I suppose I’ve never seen her smile like that, since I’d have to give her a reason to smile in the first place. I grit my teeth in anger. It’s irrational to be jealous of everyone else who gets to see that smile, but now that I’ve seen it, I want to see more of it. All the time.
I’m fucking screwed.
My hands reach for the bottle of liquor absentmindedly, and I need the liquid courage to help get me away from this fucking chair and into that kitchen. It’s already packed in there, spilling out to where the small dining table usually sits. Even over onto the dance floor in front of where the throne was placed. I can’t stay here; I need to be closer to her.