Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
I stomped up the front walk and stuck the key into the front door. The handle turned easily. He must have left it open for me. I closed the door behind me and kicked off my heels. I squeaked when I found Weston seated on the couch, the light from his phone illuminating his face.
“You’re awake! Why are you sitting in here in the dark?”
“Couldn’t sleep and decided to wait for you to get home.” He checked the time. “It’s early.”
“Yeah, well, the night wasn’t exactly a Disney movie.”
Weston came to his feet, stretching to his full height. “How so?”
I shook my head. “It’s stupid. I don’t want to get into it.”
“Nora?” he said, stopping me before I could escape. “What happened?”
“Nothing.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Did he hurt you?”
“No. He just…” I sighed and crossed my arms. But he waited right there for an explanation. “He’s friends with August.”
Weston frowned. “Ah.”
“Yeah. And I guess there was some kind of…bet.” I rolled my eyes. “I can’t even finish that sentence. Some of his so-called friends were trying to see who could bag me first.”
“He told you about this?”
“Well, no. He pressured me to go home with him and didn’t exactly take kindly to me saying no.”
Weston’s eyes went flinty. “I’ll kill him.”
I put my hand on his arm. “Just leave it. It’s stupid. It’s so fucking stupid and childish. Jana was the one who confessed to the bet. She’d thought they’d all forgotten about it since it’d happened right after the breakup. But I guess not.”
“What a fucking douche bag.”
“Yeah,” I whispered.
“Why didn’t you call me? I could have come to get you. I could have handled Bryan.”
I waved him off. “I don’t know. I wanted to be able to handle it myself. Jana drove me home.” I bit my lip. “I should have called. I’m sorry.”
“Hey, don’t apologize to me,” he said at once. “You have nothing to apologize for.”
“I know. I just thought I’d succeeded at this next coaching session. And it turned out, I was someone’s stupid bet,” I ground out. “He felt entitled to sleep with me because he’d bought me a few drinks.”
“Fuck,” he growled. “No guy is entitled to anything from you, Nora. And any guy who believes he is, isn’t the guy you want to sleep with. He’d end up being a selfish prick in bed.”
I shrugged with a sigh. “Wouldn’t matter anyway.”
Weston tilted his head to the side. “What does that mean?”
“I’m difficult.” The words came out on barely a breath. I couldn’t even meet his gaze as I said them. I was so embarrassed by the admission.
“What does that mean?” West prodded.
But I didn’t want to say it. I didn’t want to confess this to him, too. I was broken up enough about what had happened tonight. At the fact that I even needed someone to teach me how to flirt or how to date. I should have known these things. It would be worse if he knew this about me, too.
“Nothing. Forget I mentioned it.”
“Nora, you’re not difficult,” he said plainly. “That’s bullshit language used by guys who are trying to control women. It’s fucked up.”
“Not…not difficult like that,” I whispered.
“Then, what?”
“You know…” I looked up at him, begging for him to understand what I was saying. But he just stared back at me in confusion. “I don’t…I don’t orgasm with a guy. It’s, like…impossible.”
Weston stared at me for a few seconds, as if waiting for me to throw in a punch line. Because that couldn’t possibly be what I’d just said. My cheeks flushed at that look.
“What?” he croaked.
“Forget it,” I muttered.
“Do you come when you masturbate?”
My mouth opened and closed. My blush moving from my cheeks to my ears and neck. Mutely, I nodded.
“You’re not difficult,” he insisted. “That’s not true.”
“It really is. It’s never happened…and August said…”
Weston took a step forward. “What did he say?”
I swallowed. “Just that…” Fuck, I’d never told anyone this. “That it was normal for girls to not get off.”
“And did he suggest you still had to get him off?” West almost growled.
I glanced down with a shrug. “Yeah, I mean…”
West looked as if he could barely hold himself back as he entered my personal space. I tilted my head up to look at him. Without my heels on, he towered over me.
“Listen to me, everything he told you is a lie. A lie.” Weston held my gaze firm and steady. “I can show you that he’s wrong.”
The words left me stunned. Show me. He could show me.
“How?” I whispered.
I’d had a few drinks. I was a little tipsy. Enough to ask that one word that destroyed any semblance of control I had. But not drunk enough to be incoherent.
“We can call it a teachable moment,” he said calmly. “I’ve taught you about everything else. You trust me, right?”