Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 118333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 592(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 592(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
Bitch was sorely mistaken.
The empty bottle of water crackled. I hadn’t realized my fists had clenched around it, cracking the plastic, until the noise echoed around the pool. And I didn’t realize my eyes had never left Adelita until she lifted her sunglasses and smiled at me. “Enjoying the view, Señor Ayers?”
My lip curled as she waited for my response. “Don’t flatter yourself.” I turned my head, trying to ignore her. I had no idea why the fuck she even wanted to be around me. No, that wasn’t true—I’d guessed pretty quickly. She knew I didn’t like her. And she was just trying to piss me off.
And, despite myself, it was working.
Seeing her move in my peripheral, I turned, only to see her shedding her robe, revealing a red bikini underneath. If it could be called a fucking bikini. Adelita sat down beside me, on the lounger right next to mine.
I could smell that fucking perfume again. “I know what you’re doing,” I said, seeing that asswipe Vincente eyeing me from across the pool.
“Yes?” she said. “Care to enlighten me? To make me aware of my master plan?”
I turned my head to find her amused dark eyes already on me. “Yeah,” I hissed. “You’re trying to piss me off. Have been since your daddy told you to watch the Nazi.” Her nose flared, even though she kept her face expressionless.
There. There was the fucking tell that she was hating this shit as much as I was. She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could, Vincente moved out of sight to take a call. Taking advantage of her distraction, I leaned in and snarled, “You don’t do anything for me. So you can stop acting like I’d ever find you appealing. I won’t ever stick my cock in your pussy.”
Adelita swallowed, as always trying to fight back her anger, but this time she couldn’t. Her brown eyes flared, and I saw the fucking fire ignite. I saw it before it happened. Adelita tried to take advantage of my closeness and struck out with her hand. Just before her palm sliced my cheek, I caught her wrist and yanked her toward me. With my nose almost touching hers, I said, “Nice try, princess.”
“Get off me,” Adelita hissed, trying to pull her hand back. I squeezed it tighter.
“I can’t wait for my father to be done and to be back on American soil. Out of this fucking place.” I moved so close to her that I could feel her warm breath flow over my face. She smelled of mint and the coconut from her hair and the sunscreen that was slick and shining on her tight body. Her tongue ran over her red lips. That lipstick. That motherfucking lipstick she always wore was pissing me the hell off more with every day that passed.
“Release me,” Adelita said, calmly. Too calmly. I knew it was bullshit. I could see the hate for me in her eyes, could feel her wrist shaking in my hand.
“Stay the fuck away from me,” I warned. Our foreheads were practically touching. I needed her to get the message. To get the fucking message that having her beside me every day was no longer gonna work. I wanted her gone. Her brown eyes and long hair and long lashes out of my motherfucking life. “You’ll stop speaking to me. You’ll leave the fucking room if I’m in it, and you won’t even look my way. I’m the White Prince of the fucking Ku Klux Klan, the institution that’s gonna save America. From the freeloaders and the impurists and—”
Suddenly, Adelita smashed her lips to mine. I froze, still holding her wrist tightly in my hand. I tasted mint, and when Adelita pushed her tongue inside my mouth it was sweet and addictive and—
Adelita pulled back, wrenching her hand from my wrist only to slice it across my face. My head snapped to the side, the sting from her palm the gasoline to the fire I already had blazing inside. Slowly, I turned my head until I met her seething eyes. “You, Tanner Ayers, do not appeal to me.” My chest rose and fell with my rapid breaths. Adelita leaned forward, and a piece of hair fell over face. It made her look different, normal. She never looked anything but perfect. A perfectly put together princess whose daddy kept her locked away in his ivory tower built on blow.
I could smell her. I could smell the coconut. It was on my fucking skin. My hands. My face and lips. I sat up when I felt my dick getting hard. Needing to hit something, needing to pour out this rage she’d made me feel, I jumped up. I swung to Adelita, tasting the mint from her mouth. “You,” I hissed. “You’ve fucking done this, you’ve—” I grabbed her shoulders and wrenched her to me. She weighed nothing, and my hold was too strong. Her chest crashed into mine. Her hand struck my face again and again, until I threw her to her down to the lounger and pinned her down by her two slim wrists. I sat between her legs and leaned down until I was all she could see. “You fucking whore. You touched me. You don’t get to do that. Your impure hands don’t get to touch—”