The Good Side of Wrong – Blurred Lines Read Online Jenika Snow

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Forbidden, Taboo, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 65210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
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That initial awkwardness faded as he started pointing out the classrooms, and I noticed he held my schedule in his hand.

“So you got stuck on babysitting duty, huh?” I teased again, and he laughed deeply.

“Even if this didn’t get me out of half of homeroom, believe me, there are lot worse things I could do on a Monday morning.”

The way he looked at me and smiled, his eyes softening, told me he was trying to flirt. I glanced away quickly, my face heating as I focused ahead.

Trevor took me all around the first level which held the gymnasium, the library, and most of the classrooms. The basement held the swimming pool, and on the second floor was the cafeteria, several admin offices, and a few more classrooms.

The third level was basically the roof which they’d converted into a greenhouse. Picnic tables, benches, and beautiful landscaping covered the area.

There were clusters of students on each level, and Trevor pointed out the ones to stay away from because they were “bad news,” although I was pretty sure he wanted to say something more colorful.

I took that with a grain of salt, but when we passed a group of girls giggling, I didn’t need Trevor to warn me they were probably part of a bitch squad. The way I got eyed up and down by the three of them told me enough.

“Listen,” Trevor said and paused, turning to face me.

He looked pretty uncomfortable at that moment as he ran his hand over the back of his hair, looking anywhere but me.

“The other day… if I offended you, that wasn’t my intention.”

The only time I met Trevor was back at the boutique, where he steadied me when I bumped into him. That’s what he was talking about? At the apparent confusion on my face, he continued.

“If I offended your uncle—”

“He’s my adoptive uncle. No blood relation,” I corrected him again. Surely he hadn’t forgotten when Hades had told him as much. But I didn’t know why I bothered to mention that. “And everything annoys him, so don’t take it personally.” He smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“He’s…” He glanced away, his cheeks turning red. “He’s pretty intimidating.”

“He’s a lot of things,” I murmured too low for him to hear.

“What?”

I glanced at him and smiled, shaking my head. “Nothing. Yeah, he’s intense for sure.” That was putting it mildly, but to be honest, I wasn’t thinking about all the wrongs that made up Hades. I was thinking of the way he made me feel, at how he could look at me with just a glance, and I felt like I was a puddle on the floor.

I hated him, but I also craved him like I’d never desired something or someone in my life.

By the time I made it to homeroom, I was only about twenty minutes late, and thankfully, Trevor and I had the same class. It was nice seeing a familiar face.

The rest of the morning passed quickly, and by the time lunch rolled around, I grabbed a sandwich, some fruit, and a bottle of water before heading out to the courtyard. I wasn’t ready to brave the cafeteria on my first day.

I’d just sat down underneath a large tree when I heard my phone chime with an incoming message. I didn’t even need to look at the screen to know it was Hades. I just ignored the call.

When my phone started buzzing again, I ignored it as I read over a chapter in my English textbook for homework tonight. I leaned against the tree and started eating the grapes I got from the cafeteria, telling myself things weren’t so bad. They could always be worse.

But the ding of an incoming text interrupted me. I should’ve ignored it. I knew it was Hades. But I also knew if I didn’t answer, he’d be persistent and just keep calling me until it drove me insane.

With an irritated huff and a roll of my eyes, I fished out the cell phone and looked at the screen, only to have my eyes widen. He programmed his number in there, all right. As Daddy.

Daddy: Bunny, when I call you, answer.

I went into the contacts, clicked his name, and promptly changed it.

I’m at school. Leave me alone.

I was just about to toss the phone aside when it chimed with another incoming text.

Asshole: Did I ever tell you how pretty you are when you sass back?

I shouldn’t have liked that praise.

Asshole: Are those little fuckers at your school leaving you alone, or do you need Daddy to come and break their kneecaps for looking at you?

God… this man. He was insufferable.

Don’t you have actual work to do or, I don’t know, stealing souls and delivering them to hell? Or maybe you get off on harassing high school girls? And stop calling yourself Daddy. It’s nasty.



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