Bad for You Read Online J. Daniels (Dirty Deeds #3)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, New Adult, Romance, Tear Jerker Tags Authors: Series: Dirty Deeds Series by J. Daniels
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Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 126602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
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I worried the girls and Val were here. I couldn’t invade during his time with them. That was way more important than my stupid move.

“Um, I don’t know if this is a good time,” I said.

“What? No way. You are doing this, Shay.” Tori was adamant.

I shook my head, looking from the car to the front door as it opened. Maybe they were leaving?

“Wait. Look,” I said, my finger pressing to the glass.

A woman stepped out of the house.

Not Val. I knew Val.

This woman looked to be around the same age, though. She was wearing a silver sequinned dress that showed a lot of leg and dipped low in the front, her hair was teased out to high heaven, and not in a good way, and she was wearing more makeup than any woman ever should. Even under the porch light, I could tell it was spackled on.

“What the heck?” I whispered.

“Who is that?” Jenna asked.

I didn’t know, so I just kept watching while wondering the same thing.

Before she stepped off the porch, the woman shoved money inside a wallet she was gripping.

Money?

“What the heck?” I whispered again, more harshly this time.

“Oh, my God, is that…a lady of the evening?” Syd questioned.

Tori snorted. “Hon, why would you call her that? Just say hooker. Or prostitute. Because that’s clearly what she is.”

“It is, right?” Syd asked.

“She’s definitely dressed for action,” Jenna said.

My stomach tightened and rolled at the same time. I felt a pressure build inside my chest, like someone was squeezing the ever-loving shit out of my heart and enjoying every second of it.

A prostitute?

Did Sean really just get sex from a prostitute?

I watched the woman with eagle eyes.

She walked to her dark, four-door car, which I was betting was not used to haul kids around. Pimps, maybe. She got in, backed out into the street, and peeled out, tires screeching and everything.

Like she was worried she’d get arrested for something illegal.

“My grandmother spells whore H-O-R-E,” Jenna said. “Isn’t that funny?”

“What the heck!” I screeched, unable to keep a lid on my reaction to this any longer. I threw my door open and climbed out, then stormed across that lawn as best I could, considering the heels I was wearing and how soft the lawn was due to the rain we’d had yesterday. My cross-body purse bounced wildly against my hip.

“B.J., do not move this car.” That order came from Tori.

“Shay, wait!” Syd called out behind me.

I did not wait. I couldn’t.

I was angry. I was sad beyond belief. I felt betrayed. But most of all, I was mad at myself for not getting through to Sean in terms of his worth.

All those things I was feeling were tearing me up inside so badly, I could not wait.

With a heavy fist, I beat on Sean’s door until it swung open. And when it did, the girls were all gathered behind me, whispering about that woman, about Sean, about me, and about the move I was about to make.

They were rethinking this plan.

Too bad I wasn’t.

Sean stood in front of me wearing nothing but those faded, ratty jeans. He was barefoot, shirtless, his hair was damp, meaning he’d just washed that woman off him.

My nose began to sting.

“Hey,” Sean greeted us, looking at the girls at my back, and then focusing on me, where his eyes did a slow, sexy travel down my body before returning to my face. “What’s up?”

“What’s. Up?” I echoed, bringing my arms across my chest and glaring at him. He did not just ‘what’s up’ me after having sex with a hooker. “Oh, I’ll tell you what’s up. You think you’re only worth some dirty, disease-infested, back-alley hood rat, who needs to find a new stylist immediately, and that just isn’t true. It’s not even close to being true. You deserve better. The best. You deserve…someone who at least knows how to tease their hair properly. That’s what’s up!”

“Damn,” Tori murmured.

“Wow. This is crazy.” That comment came from Syd.

Brows raised, Sean didn’t say a word. He just kept looking at me.

So I kept going. “How could you pay for sex? How could you think you’d have to, Sean?”

“The fuck are you talkin’ about?” he questioned.

“That woman! That skank who just left! You paid her for sex, didn’t you! I saw the money.”

“You mean my ex-sister-in-law?”

Someone gasped behind me. Oh, my God…They were thinking the same thing as I was.

“Your ex-sister-in-law is a lady of the evening?” I asked.

Sean frowned. “A what?”

“A hooker. Prostitute. Back-alley hood rat. They have a lot of titles,” I answered.

“Good to know,” he replied, leaning his shoulder against the door frame and shoving his hands in his pockets, like he was getting comfortable.

Comfortable? Really?

“Um, care to explain why you felt the need to pay your ex-sister-in-law money for sex?” I questioned, hands on my hips now.


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