Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 83800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
She tilts her head to the side, and I recognize the challenging look on her face. "Really? I can think of two, no three times for sport you had men competing against each other for your attention."
I lick at my suddenly dry lips.
"Okay," I concede. "I guess I have, but that's not what this is. I swear."
I consider what I know. Twisted does like me. As much as I know Robert hasn't done things to show he's interested, Twisted has done them a hundred times. I knew he was watching me last night. Robert even asked me about it, but I have no control over how someone else feels. I've given Twisted no reason to think I'd be interested in him unless he has a thing for vulnerable women. And what happened at my house the other night made me a prime candidate for his affection.
If that's the case... gross.
"Maybe this isn't the time to get tangled up with anyone," she suggests.
I know she's trying to be helpful, and maybe if I wasn't feeling some sort of way about Robert acting like I was his sister and not a viable person to fool around with, I might be able to see her reasoning.
But that's not the case, and her words sting.
"I can control myself, Kaylee. It's not like I'm going to get angry because I'm not getting fucked every night."
She raises an eyebrow at me in challenge, and the look on her face is so fucking comical that I literally huff a laugh.
I did throw a mild tantrum this morning over an orange juice bottle, after all.
"That's sage advice from someone getting dicked down multiple times a day."
"I'm not," she argues, but her cheeks pink and her hand suddenly becomes very interesting. "How would you even know that?"
"That man," I say, pointing in the direction Ellis went, "looked like he was going to cry when he saw me in here. I'm nearly certain he had plans to fuck you on the counter."
She swallows as her eyes dart in the direction I'm pointing, looking a little disappointed as if she's missing out on an opportunity.
"We wouldn't do that during the day," she says before covering her mouth with her hand, her eyes widening comically big. "Plus, we've only had sex once so far today."
"It's eight in the morning, Kaylee! Just arguing that it's only been once tells me how often it happens multiple times before most people get out of bed!"
She spins around, aiming her back at me as she busies herself making a cup of coffee.
"I have got to get out of here," I mutter as I walk to the fridge and put the orange juice bottle back inside.
"We could see about a spa day," she says.
"I need to go home."
I have her full attention when she turns back to face me. I swear I see genuine terror in her eyes as if I had just told her I met a prince online and was uprooting my entire life to go live with him in a third-world country.
"I don't think—"
"I can't stay here."
"Because there's a guy not falling at your feet?"
I tilt my head, my heart hurting a little that this is how she sees me, but I'm not really in a position to argue. As my best friend, she knows about almost all my dalliances, meaning she's well aware of my not-so-kind track record with men. I'm not going to go so far as to say that Robert is different because he may not be. I do know that the lack of flirty attention is very much responsible for my current mood.
"Wow. Okay," I say. I carry the glass of orange juice to the sink, knowing I can't handle bitter juice on my tongue right now after this conversation. "Tell me how you really feel."
"Nope," she says as she lifts her cup to her lips. "Don't gaslight me, Morgan Spence."
I clamp my mouth closed, knowing she's right.
"Maybe consider going back to work, like I suggested before. I don't think going home is safe."
"At a minimum, I have to go back and get more clothes. I hardly had time to pack anything before we came here."
I look down at my mismatched t-shirt and leggings, wondering if what I was wearing last night made Robert not interested.
I'm so fucked in the head. I may need to schedule some intense therapy sessions and worry about work and going home at some other point. Clearly, all of this is fucking with my head.
"Talk with Ellis about having someone escort you, please," she says.
"I will," I promise, knowing as much as I want to go home, I don't see myself ever feeling safe there again.
Chapter 10
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"I don't think it's a good idea," Twisted says, his arms crossed over his chest as he closes himself off to the other guys in the room.