Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 100476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
“And teeth,” she breathes. “I’m not afraid to use them now.”
“If you fuck Wes, I’ll kill you both.”
She laughs. “Why would I fuck Wes?”
“Because he won’t stop until he has you,” I growl, anger dripping from my words. “He’ll turn you into that weak little piece of shit you were when you were with Ryan.”
“I’m not weak,” she hisses. “Not anymore.”
“Then don’t fuck him and we won’t have a problem.”
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were jealous.”
I glower at her, but unable to keep the anger in place because her hand is still on my motherfucking dick. Seemed like a great idea at the time.
“Not jealous,” I rumble. “Just protecting my assets.” Dipping low, I bring my mouth to her ear. “Keep touching my dick, though, and we will have a problem.”
She pulls her hand away and then presses her palm to the center of my chest where I’m sure she can feel the way my heart hammers inside. “Your dick is going to get you in trouble one day.” She pushes until we’re at a respectable distance and then drops her hand.
“Find a way to get there on Friday,” I instruct. “Go with Roux if you think that’ll make your mom relax. If I need to come pick you up myself, I will. No matter what, your ass better be there.”
“So I can hang out with Tierra? All this for that?”
“And the fact that you owe me.” I challenge with a glare that begs her to argue. “You took Terrence from my side, so now you have to stand in his place.”
“I’m not sleeping with you, Mr. Hutton.”
“You never had a problem telling Cuntingham no,” I taunt. The cruel words have the fire bleeding from her and her shoulders hunching.
“He never took no for an answer.” She lifts her chin. “No matter how much you hate me, you’ll never be that monster.”
She turns on her heel and I watch her ass jiggle as she walks away. Fuck this girl. Why does she have me so twisted up? My dick is down to play, but my mind is warped over what the fuck she did to my man.
I may not be some rapist or abusive asshole, but Charlotte is mine. The moment she stole from me, I vowed to myself, I’d take it all back from her. I’ll never be able to make T recover—that’s between him and God—but I can make Charlotte feel my pain. It’s only fair since she caused it.
“Hey, loser,” I call out, cupping my hands so the sound carries. “You better show up Friday. I won’t accept a no on this.”
She gives me a stupid, sarcastic thumbs-up that boils my blood. “See you around, Hoodlum.”
Charlotte
I yawn as I listen to Loden strum his guitar. It’s quiet in the house as everyone sleeps. I’m tired, but my mind is racing. I keep replaying what happened with Cal over and over in my mind. He’s confusing because I’d almost say he likes me, but then he opens his mouth, spewing mean stuff.
“You doing okay, Lo?” I ask, holding up my phone to look at him.
He’d propped up his phone against his dresser and is sitting in a chair beside his bed, his acoustic guitar perched in his lap. Shirtless, all of his tattoos are on display. When he plays, I hear whatever he’s feeling inside. It comes out through his music. It went from something hard to almost sad sounding.
His head lifts, his dark brown eyes widened in surprise. “Why do you ask?”
“You seem sad.”
He runs his fingers through his inky black hair, his bicep bulging. Even though he’s tall and lean, he’s cut with just enough muscle to look good. “Just thinking.”
“Thinking gets people like us in trouble. Talking is what saves us,” I parrot Carrie.
A chuckle rumbles through the line. “Fine. I had a fight with my dad.”
“And?”
“He thinks I need more therapy.”
“Are you wanting to use?” I ask, worry trickling through me.
“No,” he mutters. “I’m okay there. About other stuff.”
“Like…”
“He thinks my being gay was because I was always fucked up. Now that I’m sober, I can straighten out my sex life too.” He shakes his head. “Why is he such an asshole?”
“My dad was that way with Hollis. He’s okay with it now. Maybe your dad will come around.”
“Your brother settled down with some hot firefighter. I’m fucking anything with a dick in a ten-mile radius. If I had someone to love, I think Dad would accept it. He doesn’t understand casual sex, especially with men.”
“What does Mena say?”
“She thinks the pressure is too much.”
“From your dad?”
“No. This life.” He sighs. “I love music. But this life? It’s overwhelming.”
I wish I could hug him.
“Lo,” I murmur. “Promise me if you ever feel too overwhelmed, you’ll come see me. Please.”
“Yeah, baby, I will.” He flashes me his fake smile. “You still daydreaming over Cal the naughty teacher?”