Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 89878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
The urge to touch her overwhelms me. I want to thread my fingers through her hair, grab a handful, and pull her closer. My body reacts instantly, springing to life, but her gaze remains locked on mine, unyielding and unreadable.
“Tell me it’s my cock you want,” I growl.
“Whatever you want, baby. Yeah, I want your cock.” the voice purrs.
Something feels off.
It doesn’t sound right.
It’s not her.
“Come on…don’t you want this?”
She strokes me harder. Fuck. Just focus, Noah. Hand, cock, cum…
“Want me to blow you? I'm not shy. I’ll do it right here.”
My head rolls as she starts pulling out my dick. My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I numbly slide it out. I force an eye open, barely able to make out the screen. Seeing her name snaps me to attention.
I struggle to focus; my mind is clouded.
“Baby, just relax.”
“Get the fuck off me.” I push her away, stumbling forward as I try to unlock my phone. I scramble to my feet, disoriented, and make my way toward the exit. Once outside, I lean against the wall, phone pressed to my chest.
When I pull it up to read the text, a ripple of emotion hits—shock, disappointment… and, fuck, maybe even amusement, because she’s the last person I expected. I read it again.
Brat: Our mom just died. Have a soul and come home. She’ll need you.
I read the message three more times. Well, isn’t this an interesting change of events? The little brat, barking orders like I’ll drop everything and come running home.
But then the sadistic side of me whispers—this is my chance.
To see her.
To berate her.
To feel something again.
I glance at the text one more time. My cock twitches at her bossiness. Georgia doesn’t need me, I've accepted that. But the craving for retribution? That’s alive and kicking.
I want revenge.
Maybe this is my opening. Tit for tat. What’s the harm in a little bit of fun along the way?
I text back.
Me: See you soon, brat.