Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
I was Katie Elizabeth Holland. I didn’t do love.
Hell, I should have been smart enough to realize that even with someone as emotionally detached as Travis, feelings would have gotten caught up in there somewhere. I was so sure that I was safe just having sex with him. He had sex with whores all the time that he kept around for convenience, so why did he have to develop feelings for me?
My life was really beginning to fall to complete shit.
I woke up the next morning to someone roughly shaking me. I groaned and looked up into Travis’s face. “Get up. We need to get going,” he snapped at me.
I looked at the window. It was still dark outside. “What time is it?” I groaned. If it was still dark, it was way too fucking early.
“Five A.M. Now get up so we can go.”
He walked out of the hotel room, and I sighed, getting up. He was obviously still pissed off about last night, but it wasn’t my fault. He shouldn’t have caught feelings.
When I got to the lobby, Luke was waiting for me. He wasted no time getting in my face. I stepped back from him, glaring up at him.
“Whatever you did to Travis last night, you’re a fucking bitch for it,” Luke spat at me. I flinched back as if I’d been slapped. “I hope you fucking know that. I’ve never met someone as fucking cold-hearted as you, if you even have a goddamn heart. You’re the most emotionless person I have ever fucking met. You don’t give a fucking damn about anyone but yourself.” I opened my mouth to protest, but he kept going, lashing out at me. “I was trying to be your friend because I thought you needed someone; it seemed like you didn’t have anyone. Now, I realize that you really don’t have anyone, but that’s all because people are just fucking better off without you.” I gaped at him. “You have no feelings, Katie Holland. You’re just a self-centered bitch, and you deserve to rot in hell.”
With that, he walked off.
And for once in my life, I was left absolutely speechless.
9
Since I’d been back at Travis’s for the past week, I hadn’t seen much of him. And yet, for some unknown reason, I was being forced to share his room with him. It really irked my nerves, considering I knew the guy had feelings for me. I wanted to kill those feelings, not awaken them even more.
But considering he hadn’t been home since he’d dropped me here and informed me of my sleeping quarters, there really wasn’t much to be bothered about.
The sound of someone giggling reached my ears. It wasn’t a cute giggle either. It was loud and obnoxious.
Rolling my eyes at the annoying sound, I got up to go see who it was. I had met all the girls around here, and this one’s laugh didn’t sound familiar.
When I stepped out of the living room and towards the kitchen where I had heard the noise, I felt my stomach drop. My heart lurched up into my throat. I felt like vomiting everywhere.
Travis was standing near the entrance to the kitchen talking to Luke and Ryan, but it wasn’t him that made me feel like that. It was the arm he had thrown around the shoulders of a very gorgeous brunette.
Tears built in my eyes. I turned away from them and quickly walked back down the hall before I could be seen. What in the fucking hell was wrong with me?
Why was I so upset seeing him with someone else? Isn’t that what I had wanted – for him to not have feelings for me? If so, then why in the hell did seeing him with that woman hurt so fucking much?
Was I developing feelings for Travis? How in the hell did this even begin to happen? I had vowed to myself that I would never allow myself to develop feelings for anyone. Feelings led to destruction, and I had to protect myself at all costs.
I couldn’t deny this to myself, though. My heart was broken at the sight of seeing him with her.
Where the fuck did I even go from here?
I jerked to a halt, clutching my towel to my chest as I stared at Travis fucking the living hell out of that girl from earlier. Her legs were wrapped around his hips, and he was pounding into her like he was running from some kind of demon. I was so shocked that I dropped my towel without even realizing it. Travis looked up at me, and he trailed his eyes over me, halting his movements as his eyes darkened, the woman beneath him momentarily forgotten.
I bit my lip and ran back into the bathroom before he could see the tears threatening to run down my face. Why did it have to hurt so fucking much? Was I now destined to end up like my dad?