Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
“I know you didn’t tell me for pity, and I wasn’t really pitying you. I was being kind.”
“Don’t be kind. I like it when you’re mean. It gets my dick hard.”
“I’m not mean to you. I just don’t take your shit,” Sean corrected.
“Which is mean as fuck. I don’t even know why I like you.” And I did. I didn’t know him well, but I did like him. It was crazy how at ease I felt with him. The thing was, in some ways, it fit my personality. I liked to grab life by the balls because you never knew when some drunk motherfucker was going to slam into your car and it would all be over. On the flip side, this thing with Sean already felt next level. Talking about parents and going to cemeteries and giving my first blowjob and all.
“You like me for my mouth,” he replied, which I realized was true in a way. I liked the way it felt on my dick, but I also liked his sharp tongue and that he kept up with me when most people didn’t.
“True.” I shrugged. “Air hockey or what?”
“Lead the way,” he replied.
“That’s what I like to hear.”
“Oh, Jesus fucking Christ. Why did I say that?” he joked.
I ignored him and started to walk toward the air hockey table. We’d eaten dinner before we started playing games. I enjoyed talking to Sean. He was charming as hell, which I didn’t like to admit since I was typically the charming one. I guessed that was something you had to think about when you were fucking around with another dude for the first time.
We played three games of air hockey, which I happened to win three of. I’m not going to lie—as lame as it sounds, it felt pretty good.
When we stepped out of the building, I asked, “Did you bring your car?”
“No. I took an Uber.”
“From your date?” I cocked a brow.
“It wasn’t a date. It was a work meeting where I was going to get some ass afterward. There’s a difference.”
“Oh yeah…I forgot. And then you canceled on the poor guy because you wanted me more. How could that have slipped my mind?”
“Oh, sweetie. I think you might have misunderstood. It’s because I felt sorry for you. I mean, I know how hungry you are for my ass. I didn’t want to crush your fragile ego any more than I already have.”
“I hate you,” I said and then found myself putting my arm around his shoulders and pulling him with me. “Let’s go. I want to show you something else.”
Honestly? This is where I should have walked the fuck away because it was getting weird—quick. I wanted to impress him, I realized. Not in a totally playful way either, and I didn’t quite understand the true reasoning behind it.
Still, I didn’t walk away and when he asked, “Where are we going?”
I replied, “I’m not telling you.” He pulled that shit at the cemetery; I could pull it now.
“I see what you did there.”
“Cute, right?” I asked.
“You’re actually unbelievably charming, and I kind of want to hate you for it.”
“Wow. Funny. I was thinking the same thing about you.” I led Sean to my car and opened the passenger door for him. He paused a moment as though he didn’t expect it but then climbed in.
I drove to a familiar building that I knew like the back of my hand. It was oval shaped with another matching building beside it. The windows were staggered throughout, giving it a modern look. I parked, we got out, and Sean walked with me toward the building that was lit up like a pillar of lights.
“Are we breaking and entering?” Sean asked.
“Maybe on our next date,” slipped out before I could stop myself. “Well, not date. You know what I mean.”
“You love me, don’t you?” Sean said, making me laugh.
“Ugh. Oh, God. I hate that word. Don’t say it again.”
I called security to let them know I was coming in, before unlocking the door and disarming the alarm.
“Good evening, Mr. Harris.” The guard came out of an office. “Everything okay?”
“Yes. This is an associate of mine. I just wanted to show him a few things.”
We made it to the elevator when Sean said, “So this is where you work?”
“This is mine,” I told him before I pressed the code in that would allow us to go to the roof. For some reason, my pulse sped up as we climbed higher.
“You designed the building?” he asked.
“I did. My firm is here too, clearly, but the design is also mine.” And I was damn proud of it. I wondered if my father would be too.
The elevator dinged, and the doors opened. I waited as Sean stepped out and then followed him.
“Wow,” he said, and I could hear the awe in his voice. “It’s incredible, Ethan.”