Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 123212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 616(@200wpm)___ 493(@250wpm)___ 411(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 616(@200wpm)___ 493(@250wpm)___ 411(@300wpm)
I let out a sigh and push my way through the massive front door, instantly dropping my school bag on the marble floors, just the way I used to do when I was back in Breakers Flats and Mom and I had a home of our own.
Shit, maybe I’m getting a little too comfortable here. The other staff would get roasted for walking through the front door like this instead of using the service entrance.
A loud, disgusted grunt has me stopping in my tracks and my head snapping up to find two girls, hovering in the foyer, both staring at me like I‘m some kind of piranha.
“Ummm …” I say, taking them in and very quickly realizing that these girls are identical twins and look like the female, much shorter and feminine versions of Colton.
Great. Cora and Casey are home and I’ve already made an ass of myself.
“Ummm?” The one on the left snaps. “Who the hell are you and what do you think you’re doing waltzing into my home and dumping your shit at the door as though you own the place?”
“I, uhhh.”
“Can I help you?” the other responds, scrunching her face in disgust. “Hello? Do you speak? Or are you not capable of stringing a sentence together?”
All I can do is stare, although it’s probably making matters worse. Are these two bitches seriously Colton’s little sisters? They’re fucking cows. They’re gorgeous though, absolutely stunning but their shitty attitudes make them so damn ugly. It’s a shame, I bet they would have gone far in life, though with the money at their backs, I guess their attitudes don’t really matter. People would put up with a whole lot of shit just to be close to that kind of cash.
These girls are the exact type of people I was expecting to come out of Bellevue Springs and up until now, I’d been judging my ability to nail down the stereotypes. I’ve gotten everyone wrong so far, but these two fit exactly where I had predicted. Shallow and mean. Don’t get me wrong, a lot of the guys have lived up to that shitty expectation, but they’re dudes and they’ll never be able to tear a woman down the way that another woman can. These girls … well, these girls could destroy someone with a simple stare. They’re exactly the kind of bullshit I was expecting to find here.
I somehow pull myself together before I start making matters worse, yet I have a feeling that there’s literally nothing I can do that will make this mess any better. “I’m Ocean. I live in the pool house with my mom, Maria. She’s the new live-in housekeeper.”
If looks could kill …
“You’re the help?” the one on the right screeches, taking a step back as though being anywhere near me could have her catching a disease. “Yuck. What do you think you’re doing walking straight through the front door?”
“Yeah,” the other cuts in. “You should be using the service entrance out back. Ugh, we’re going to have to disinfect everything.”
The fuck?
“I …”
“No,” she continues, holding a hand up to cut me off. “I don’t want to hear your lame excuses. This is a disgusting violation of the rules. We should have you fired for this.”
Fired? My eyes bug out of my head and as I go to tell them exactly what I think of their fucked up rules, a throat clears to my left. “Is there an issue, ladies?” Harrison questions, looking as proper as ever.
“Uh, yes, there’s a problem,” the one on the right scolds. “You’ve been allowing the help to waltz in and out the front door. She should be using the service entrance like the rest of the staff do.”
“No, Miss Carrington, under no circumstances have I been allowing that to happen,” Harrison says, meeting my eye and silently begging me to keep my damn mouth shut before I make matters worse. “Miss Munroe, while being staff, is also a friend of Mr. Carrington’s and has been welcomed by both your brother and your father to use the main facilities of the property.”
They both scrunch their faces in disgust and it’s almost comical how it’s done in perfect unison. Their glares turn back on me and I swallow as the one on the left takes three steps forward and places herself right in front of me. “I see what's going on here,” she says, her voice low and demeaning. “You’re not good enough for him and I’ll be damned if I allow my brother to be spending his time fucking around with trailer trash like you. He’s the head of this family now and there are standards, high fucking standards, that you couldn’t reach even if you were a hundred feet tall.”
“You’ve got it wrong.”
She scoffs. “Look at you, I don’t have it wrong. If anyone around here has it wrong, it’s your misconception that you actually mean something to him. Do yourself a favor and scatter away before I’m forced to step in because trust me, bitch, that’s not something you want.”