Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
“Hey, I gotta run out for something. I’ll be back in a bit.”
Kempton turns and grins, blowing me a kiss before Beckett pulls her back into his arms as she giggles. I chuckle as I head out. Ten minutes later, I’m stepping out of my Audi in front of Justin’s rental house and knocking on his front door. It swings open, but instead of usual bro-hug or him calling me a douchebag or whatever Justin the bro of all bros usually does as a way of greeting, he’s just standing there, smiling thinly.
“What’s up man?” I smile and step into the house past him.
“Thanks for coming, Porter.”
“No worries,” I mutter, glancing around at the swank place before I chuckle. “Alright so what’s the emergency, asshole?” I turn, grinning at him and nodding with my chin. “You catch something that needs nuclear strength antibiotics again?”
He just keeps smiling that same thin, weird smile at me.
“No, not that.”
I arch a brow. “You knock someone up?” I roll my eyes. “Again?”
Justin just shakes his head.
“Wrong again, buddy.”
I sigh as I frown. Justin and I are buddies, kind of, but we’re not super close. And considering what I’ve got at home, this is starting to feel like a waste of my time.
“Justin, why don’t you just tell me why you—”
“You like teaching math and stats, Porter?”
I shrug, nodding. “Yeah, man. Actually, I love it.”
His grin widens. “Oh, I bet. You get to show off how good at numbers you are, lord your smarts over people…”
I frown. “Hey, take it easy man, what’s your prob—”
“And all sorts of hot young things with panties to get into, huh?”
My frown deepens. “You been drinking, Justin?”
He just smiles.
“Am I right?”
“You’re out of fucking line is what you are.”
“If you say so.”
I roll my eyes as I start to walk past him for the door. “Thanks for wasting my time, douchebag.”
My hands on the doorknob, when suddenly, his words cut through me like a knife.
“How’s that hot little redhead, man?”
I freeze.
“Now, I’m curious. Do you and your bro just trade off on that little slut, or does she like getting double teamed like a real cock-hungry slu—”
I whirl, and I’m on him in a second—slamming him back into a wall with my forearm across his neck. But Justin’s just laughing as I snarl in his face.
“Oh-hoh! Looks like I struck a nerve!” He grins wickedly at me. “Go ahead, Porter. Ask me how I know.”
I say nothing, my heart racing as my fury rises. Justin chuckles.
“You know, this house is great. Top of the line kitchen, hot tub out back, big ass TV with all the sports channels.” He winks. “And security cameras all the fuck over the place!”
Something cold creeps over me.
“See, I don’t ever look at them, but the other day I realized one of my watches was missing from my room, so I went back to glance over the tapes from that party I threw.”
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck—
“And you won’t fucking believe what I found, buddy.”
His grin hardens.
“First, you, and man, that has got to be a no-no in the employee handbook working at a private school. Fucking the head cheerleader?” He laughs, shaking his head. “I mean, I’m envious. She’s a hot little piece of ass—”
I snarl, shoving my arm into his neck until he chokes.
“Get the fuck off of me!” he roars, shoving me away, his look turning furious. “Oh, and that’s not all, is it? Cause after you, that little bitch went out and fucked Beckett! Right in my driveway!”
“What do you want, Justin,” I hiss quietly.
He grins. “Smart as always, buddy.”
“I’m not your buddy.”
“Hey, don’t make this personal, Porter?”
“No?” I snarl. “You made this personal the second you dragged her into this.”
He smiles, shaking his head. “Jesus, don’t tell me you like her?” He rolls his eyes.
“What do you want, shithead.”
“Two million.”
My brows shoot up.
“A million per tape. And—no, shut up. Before you open that mouth, you listen,” he growls. “Two million, or I release the tapes. And I want you to think this through, Porter. For you, yeah, it’d mean you’re most definitely being fired. But you’ve got skills, and money. But what about Beckett and this girl, huh? You think colleges are gonna want Mr. Quarterback Star after his sex tape gets leaked? And her?” He chuckles. “Oh, I looked into her, Porter. I know who she is, and I know who her daddy is. This gets leaked, and that shit is going to go viral, and you know it. Her life will be fucking over.”
I back away from him, cold, my jaw clenching so tight I feel like it might break.
“This is just business, Porter, and you don’t have to be as good at numbers as you are to see how this plays out. I know you’ve got the money, so just pay me. Pay me, or this gets leaked, and you three are fucked.”