Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 111676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 558(@200wpm)___ 447(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 558(@200wpm)___ 447(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
He dangled the lighter in front of me with an accusing glare.
“I can’t believe you still have that.”
His expression went lax, like he’d been caught with his hand in the proverbial cookie jar. “It’s a good lighter.” He crammed it back into his pocket. “Seriously, though. Delete that shit.”
“Don’t tell me what to do.” I glanced over his shoulder at the group of girls who were still watching, like the world’s best soap drama was playing out in front of them.
“I will when what you’re doing is stupid.”
I shifted until I was pressed against his side with my back to them. “At least Lonely Fans is legal,” I said, keeping my voice barely above a whisper. In the grand scheme of my life, this featured pretty far down on my list of problems. Because, you know, it couldn’t get me put in jail.
“It’s stupid,” he said again. “And gross.”
My jaw went lax. I looked at him, trying to fight the nasty sensation burning through my chest. Of all people, telling me I was gross. “Excuse me! How many slutty, ‘gross’ girls have you screwed over the years? Screwed, not sent a foot picture to. Was that okay because they gave it out for free?” I folded my arms over my chest. “Or maybe it was just fine when you were benefiting from them being ‘gross?’”
His jaw ticced before he grabbed the plastic checkout divider and slammed it down onto the conveyor belt. Someone didn’t like having the rhetoric flipped.
“You’re gross,” I mumbled, trying to deny to myself how much that one word hurt.
“You want to get killed by some foot freak—” He dropped the rat traps on the checkout—“Go right ahead.”
I let out a breath and glared at the woman counting out her three million ten-cent-off coupons. “Maybe I will.”
It wasn’t my best come back, but fuck him.
Thank God the police had called on our way back from Wal-E-Mart. I could pick up my “stolen” car from the impound lot, and that could not have come at a better time. One more minute in that car, or house, with Wolf was going to kill me. No, it was going to kill him. Gross. Asshole. What right did he have to make me feel bad for making money?
I didn’t want to go to that stupid house and look at Wolf’s stupid face, so I drove to the local gas station and parked in an empty space. I spent the next hour doing my homework before I drove to work.
I pulled into the Roller Burger lot and grabbed my skates from the back seat. On my way to the staff room, I passed a couple of the other girls, who waved as they skated past in their skimpy outfits. Wolf didn’t have a problem with me working here, acting gross. Everybody knew no one was coming to Roller Burger for the food. Although, I could admit, it wouldn’t have been my first choice for employment. I’d needed a job, though, and in a student town, flexible, minimum-wage jobs were in high demand. So, yeah, Lonely Fans wasn’t the first time I’d sold my dignity for money.
I shoved open the door to the staff room to find Cassie sitting on the bench in front of the banged-up lockers, lacing up her skates.
“Where the hell have you been?” she asked. “I had to do all of Rogue’s stupid chores on my own this afternoon.”
I hadn’t told her about the whole stolen car debacle, mainly because I didn’t want to lie to her. “Sorry.” I opened my locker and shoved my bag inside. “I couldn’t deal with going back to the house.”
“Why? Last I heard, you got a ride home with Wolf. After sleeping in his bed with him last night, and going to breakfast—”
“Rogue gossips far too much.”
“So, you didn’t sleep in his bed?”
“It wasn’t like that.”
“So, it didn’t mean anything?”
I glared at her.
“Yet Wolf came back to the house alone.” She inspected her nails. “Tell me you’ve come to your senses and decided that cozying up to your blackmailer isn’t a good idea.”
I tugged my shirt over my head, then took the Roller Burger one from my bag. “You’re sleeping in Rogue’s bed.”
“Against my will. But this isn’t about me.”
She was exhausting. I let out a long sigh. “He saw my Lonely Fans.”
“And?”
Of course, she wouldn’t see an issue. “And, he was a dick about it.”
She rolled her eyes before bending down to lace her other skate. “Wolf needs to get into the modern world. You are an empowered woman taking advantage of weak men.”
And here I thought I was just a desperate girl with okay feet. I pulled the skin-tight shirt over my boobs, then took a seat beside her to put on my skates.
“He said I was gross,” I admitted, tying off the ratty lace and sitting up.