Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 99766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 499(@200wpm)___ 399(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 499(@200wpm)___ 399(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
I pull away from his hold that went from fatherly to suffocating in six seconds. I love Jace like an uncle, but I don’t like feeling confined.
“You could go to the bar. Find some skank to suck your dick,” I suggest.
“A bar is how I got myself in prison,” he reminds me. “I only go when your daddy can go with me to keep me out of trouble.”
“You do realize you’re asking a virgin teenager for dating advice. New low, pet. New low.”
“Glad to know big T didn’t take your V-card yet. I guess he does like you.” He smirks. “Make him wait. It’ll be good for him.”
My lip curls up. “We can talk about your whorish sex life until we’re blue in the face because it’s funny as fuck and I do like to make fun of you for it, however, my sex life—or lack thereof—is not up for discussion.”
“You wound me, kid.” He holds his palm to his massive chest and gives me sad, puppy dog eyes.
I let out a heavy sigh. “He won’t talk to me.”
“Terrence?”
“No, the fucking pope! Yes, Terrence,” I snap.
He pokes my stomach, making me wince because my ribs still hurt. “Don’t be a bitch, P. Are you on the rag? You need to put that shit on Garrett’s family calendar so I know when to throw chocolate at you and keep a safe distance away.”
We both look over at Dad’s calendar on the fridge and laugh. It’s so over the top and so Dad. He likes order, that’s for damn sure.
“I am not on my period and I’m certainly not writing that in on the calendar. Jesus, you’re such a dick,” I complain.
“I’m the only dick you put up with.” He flinches and his face sours. “I meant asshole, not literal dick. Fuck. You know what I mean.”
“Stop talking.”
He goes from flustered to amused as he playfully zips up his lips.
“He’s mad that I sat for Zella and never told him,” I explain with a frown. “I was trying to protect her while not interfering with his custody. It’s that simple.”
“Pretty fucking stupid, too,” Jace says unhelpfully.
I frown as I pour some cereal into the bowl. I know it was stupid. At the time, it felt like the right thing to do. Now, I realize why Terrence wouldn’t have let me go. I was in over my head and never even realized it.
“He won’t reply to my texts.” My voice shakes and tears burn at my eyes. “I don’t think he’s getting over it.”
“If he cares about you, he will,” Jace assures me.
His phone buzzes and then he starts laughing. “Oh fuck. He didn’t.”
“What?”
“Your dad just left Elise’s house. They broke up.”
“No way!” I say, snagging his phone to confirm what he just said. “About damn time. Elise was such a bitch.”
“Elise wanted a rich dweeb she could boss around and spend all his money,” Jace reveals. “Our boy Gary will daddy the fuck out of some girl one day, but he will not sit on the sidelines while some cunt drains him and tries to make him feel like shit.”
“Tell me how you really feel,” I deadpan.
“Elise is a bitch. I don’t like her.”
“So does this mean you and Dad are going to be on the prowl again? I don’t think I can handle it again. You’re both so gross.”
Jace snorts out a laugh. “You’re definitely on the rag.”
I smack him in the arm. “I’m not. I’m just in a bad mood because my boyfriend won’t respond to me.”
“He’ll come around,” he assures me. “If he doesn’t, he doesn’t deserve you. You’re unique, Penny English. A one of a kind bitch.”
“You’re such a master with words, pet. Put that on my birthday cake.”
He grins at me. “Deal.”
I roll my eyes at him. The doorbell rings, saving me from any more Jace jokes. As I hurry out of the kitchen, I can’t help but feel a swell of hope that it’s Terrence. He can’t be mad at me forever. I fling open the door and my heart leaps into my throat.
It’s him.
Terrence.
I could almost cry at seeing him. He’s so handsome it hurts to look at him. His glasses make him a million times hotter than usual and his droopy eye is looking more normal since he started wearing them. Today he’s in a fitted white Henley that showcases all his sculpted muscles. His dark jeans hug his muscular thighs and his Timberland wheat-colored boots finish off the sexy look. The laces are undone in a sloppy way that looks really, really good. His facial hair is trimmed short and precise like always. I missed touching him. I crave to reach up and run my finger along the severe shave line on his cheek so I can feel both the scruff and the smoothness of his skin.