Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 58808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
So I fucked her friend, thinking it would help get Avani out of my head. Then the bitch hit me with a damn pan. Honestly, who hits someone with a frying pan?
“You do realize I fucked you, nothing more,” I tell her.
“But we can fuck again,” she offers.
“Yeah, that’s not going to happen.”
“Why, because of her?” She nods toward Avani’s room.
“Yes and no. Yes, because she asked me not to. And no, because I never fuck the same cunt twice.” I smile at her.
“She will never want you, you know that?” she bites back, thinking that’s the reason.
“I’m her boss. Don’t be jealous, Destiny. It doesn’t look good on you.” I head to the front door, but her words stop me.
“As if I would be jealous of a two-bit whore.”
I spin around to face her. “I would watch your words around me. I have no issue taking them from you.”
“Taking them?” she asks, her eyes glancing around the room refusing to make eye contact with me as she fidgets with her hands showing me she is suddenly nervous. As she should be.
“Yes, taking them straight from your mouth…with my fucking knife.” Her eyes go wide, and she steps back, fear now fully in place. “Now you get it. You saw the allure and wanted a piece but didn’t think how dangerous it could be.” I smile cruelly at her. “Goodbye, Destiny. Be nice to your roommate, or I’ll come and visit when you’re sleeping.”
Little does she know, I’m not lying.
Chapter 7
Keep your cock to yourself.
Avani
Oh shit! I wake with a splitting headache.
When I sit up, I see bags of clothes at the end of my bed.
Oh, right, I went shopping and made my boss pay for it.
Score.
I get out of bed and stand, stretching before I walk into the kitchen hoping my roommate didn’t drink all my juice again and find her sitting at the counter. Ignoring her, I open the fridge and find my apple juice. I grab it with a smile and start drinking as I hear her voice echo from behind me.
“We need to talk.”
Wiping my mouth, I turn to find her holding a pen and paper. “About?”
“You staying here.” I look at her, confused. “I think it’s time you find somewhere else to live.”
“What the hell for?” I ask, raising a brow at her.
“We aren’t working, and I was here first.”
“My names on the lease. That’s not going to happen. I like it here, so I’m not leaving.” I don’t like it here, especially not with her, but I like my room and bathroom. And the area is relatively good. The only problem is her.
“I’ll have to take this further.”
“Is this because you fucked my boss, and now he doesn’t want you anymore?”
“He does want me.” She flicks her hair over her shoulder. “It’s me who doesn’t want him. He’s dangerous, and I can’t have someone like that coming into my personal space.”
“It was you who invited him to stay, not me.” I smirk at her when she doesn’t know how to respond. “So make sure when you complain, you add that little bit, because I’m sure he will back me up.”
“You can’t do this!” she yells. “You need to leave.”
“Not happening. Now, excuse me, I have to be on time for work today.”
She mutters something else, but I don’t pay attention. Destiny can’t kick me out because she doesn’t like me, and she knows that. I signed a contract when I rented half of this place. So did she. She doesn’t have any more right to it than I do.
It’s laughable to think that she does.
Destiny keeps on talking as I pack my bag to leave. Regardless of whatever bullshit she’s spewing, I plan to be on time today—I know there’s a first for everything.
“Just leave already,” she shrieks. “I’ll lie. I’ll tell them the party was all you and that you do drugs.”
I almost laugh at her desperate words. Slinging my bag over my shoulder, I give her a nod. “You do you, boo.” I wave at her as I leave.
Thankfully, I manage to get out without further issues and head straight to work.
As soon as I walk in the doors, I see Grayson standing there.
“Thirty minutes. Really, Avani?” he grumbles. I give him my best glare and step past him. “I gave you that bag out of good faith.” He follows as I make my way into the girls dressing room. He doesn’t care that there are half-naked women in here getting ready for the night. But then again, neither do they. “You’ll have to give me the bag back.”
I spin around to face him, gripping the bag and shoving it at his chest. “Fuck you, I quit.” Luckily for me, my phone is in my pocket, and my car keys are in my hand. He takes the bag and looks at me, perplexed. Moving around him, I go straight for the door, ready to get the hell away from him. He manages to catch me by my elbow, stopping me in my tracks with a strong grip.