Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 155903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
She’d tried to tell Cammie once before they’d gotten married. It was the only real fight she’d ever had with her friend. Cammie had accused her of being jealous.
Faith had never said another word against Eric.
But there was something wrong with him.
“You’re not to use this entrance. This isn’t your house, Faith. You’re supposed to stay in the fucking basement. Bad enough I have to have you in my house, but I shouldn’t have to actually fucking see you.”
Faith stood but had to lean heavily against the door to keep herself standing.
Why did she stay here? Oh, yeah, because the rent was cheap, and in a decent neighborhood. She had some money saved up, but everywhere she could afford was dodgy.
“I’m sorry, Eric.”
“Sorry, that’s all I ever hear from you. You’re always sorry after the fact.” He stormed over to her. Where was Cammie? Was she all right? Was she sleeping through all of this?
To her shock, he reached out and grabbed hold of her arm. His hold was so tight that she let out a gasp of pain.
“Shut up,” he said to her. “You’ve already caused enough issues, you don’t need to be waking up Cammie too.”
“S-sorry,” she said.
“What are you doing getting in this late, anyway?” he asked, staring at her.
God, she hated the way he looked at her. As though he hated her.
“I was w-working.”
“Working, right.” He scoffed. “Working at what? You been whoring this tight little body out, Faith?” He shook her, and she whimpered.
What the hell was happening? What was wrong with him?
“I’m not a whore. It was the storm. It knocked out the electricity to our building.”
“Likely story.” He dragged her closer, and his putrid breath hit her, making her stomach roll.
God, how did Cammie stand to sleep next to this man? Kiss him? Touch him?
Sure, he might seem nice-looking—if you didn’t know him. But to her, he was monstrously ugly.
“You’ve been whoring yourself out, haven’t you, Faith?” He shook her again, slamming her into the door. “What would your family say? Huh? You know what . . . since they’re not here, I guess it’s up to me to teach you the error of your ways. Would you like me to do that, Faith?”
“N-no. Stay away from me.”
She tried to shove him, but Eric was a big guy.
Plus, he was mean.
All things that were not working in her favor.
“Eric?”
Faith tensed as she heard Cammie call out. Eric glared down at her.
“Is something wrong?” Cammie asked.
“Just your slut friend coming in at all hours of the morning. Don’t know why you were worried about her, Cammie. She’s just fine. Survived the storm with her boss.”
There was a sneer in his voice. A double meaning. But Faith wasn’t sure if Cammie heard it and ignored it or if she didn’t hear it at all.
Maybe she never had.
Perhaps Eric had always been like this . . . and Cammie liked him that way.
God. That thought was sickening.
“Faith? You’re really okay?” Cammie asked, stepping forward.
She wasn’t going to object to Eric calling her a slut? Then again, Cammie rarely went against him. She always did what he wanted and agreed with whatever he said.
What had happened to her headstrong, fun-loving friend?
Eric happened. That’s what.
Cammie was so thin. When had she gotten that thin? Was she even eating? Worry filled Faith, but she tried to hide it behind a smile.
“I’m fine. I tried to send you a message, but it can’t have gone through. I’m really sorry I worried you. And woke you up.”
No way was she apologizing to Eric. He could suck on a giant dick.
“No, I’m glad you woke me up. I was so concerned. I tried to call you as well, but it wouldn’t go through. I guess the storm was interfering with the signal or something.”
Faith rushed toward her, giving Eric a wide berth as she hugged her friend gently.
Fudge knuckles.
Was she even bonier than when Faith first got here? Maybe she needed to come out of the basement more often to check on her. But it didn’t always seem like Cammie wanted her there.
“Do you want me to stay up here with you?” she offered, even though the last thing she wanted was to spend more time with Eric.
“Cammie needs her sleep,” Eric said sharply.
Cammie seemed to tense. Were things not good between them? But then she relaxed and looked up at Eric with a smile.
“This guy. Always looking out for me. I best get to bed.”
“Yeah. Sure.”
She watched Eric warily as he led her friend away. There was something not right between them. Something more than Eric being a giant bag of dicks.
Okay.
Why were all her insults about dicks?
And why did Eric rub her so wrong when Reuben didn’t? Reuben loved to tell her what to do. He was controlling.
And he spent all night taking care of you, soothing you, doing what was best for you.