Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 108119 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 541(@200wpm)___ 432(@250wpm)___ 360(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108119 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 541(@200wpm)___ 432(@250wpm)___ 360(@300wpm)
I couldn’t stop shaking.
Couldn’t stop feeling her warm skin.
No matter how bad I wanted to.
I tasted her.
I felt her on me.
On my skin.
In the air I breathed.
I didn’t know how to handle it.
Because in all my twenty-two years it had never happened before, I’d never had such a violent reaction to another human, so aggressive that I would hurt her, I would hurt her to get more, so I yelled, so I stepped away to protect her from me.
Shit.
My phone lit up with a text from Phoenix.
Phoenix: How goes hell?
Me: You tell me.
Nixon, Chase, Sergio, Dante, and Tex were added. Perfect. Just Perfect. I was having a midlife crisis at twenty-two, and they wanted me in on another group text?
Phoenix: You seem… strained. Doesn’t he, guys? Like his whore maybe isn’t giving him what he really, really, really needs.
Me: Don’t make me kill you.
Phoenix: Huh, you’re probably already dead inside, or did your heart do a little… flutter?
Tex: Flutter? What the hell is a flutter? It should do a hell of a lot more than flutter, my man, like think of your dick as a…
Sergio: The fact that I have to interrupt this and explain human anatomy should shock me. It doesn’t. And Tex re-read, he was talking about his heart, you ass, not his dick. Though, I get why you’d be so focused on yours since it’s so small…
Chase: Burnnnnn
Nixon: Yes, let’s bring that back, burn… Are we twelve?
Me: Is there a reason you guys decided to come in and ruin my day by traumatizing me about Tex’s dick or is this just another Wednesday?
Phoenix: Wednesday.
Dante: I can’t get flutter out of my head.
Nixon: Same, man, same.
Me: I’ve never fluttered, not once, and I’m pretty sure flutter and dick shouldn’t be in the same sentence. I’m leaving gossip hour; I have shit to do.
Phoenix: We know… because as of midnight last night the Eagle Elite computer system was hacked, and a girl by the name of Alice was added as a junior.
I thought I’d have more time, good thing I hadn’t added in her last name yet. They’d think it was a clerical error and then I would lay out my cards.
Me: Oh?
Chase: It’s almost insulting when you play dumb, dumb ass, besides thought her name was Black Widow?
I grinned down at my phone, my shaking subsided just barely when I thought of pissing Chase off.
Me: She was bored. And the idea of her cleaning toilets and sucking dick wasn’t very appealing.
Phoenix: Oh, so she’s been servicing you and your toilets? Interesting.
Sergio: I don’t buy it.
Nixon: You barely touched her.
Chase: You literally kept your gloves on the entire time you were touching her, and I know why, we all know why you don’t like human contact but when you have a beautiful woman in your arms that reasoning kind of dies a very quick death.
Tex: Between boobs.
Dante: I don’t think his hands should be just like, laying between her boobs, guys. Don’t give him false information. Plus, we all know he’s an ass guy.
Phoenix: Do we, though?
Me: Is there a point to this?
Sergio: Just that if you wanted her enrolled it would make sense to come to us and get it done.
I sighed, hanging my head a bit as I typed back.
Me: Full disclosure, we got in a fight. I was trying to make it better by doing it faster than your grandpa hands could.
Tex: Haha get it, because he’s old as fuck!
Sergio: Can someone put a muzzle on Tex?
Phoenix: You should have let us know, given us a heads up.
Me: Well, I figured I can’t fly under the radar anymore, may as well ask for forgiveness than permission. Plus, you know I don’t like using too many words. Hurts my throat, and I’d rather have something else that deep if you get my meaning.
Chase: It’s really no shock that you’re single.
Dante: None at all.
Tex: How deep?
Sergio: My. God. You’re an asshole.
Nixon: Look, just shoot us a text next, time. When are you going in? Phoenix set up the new dean at the beginning of the semester. It’s one of the Abandonato cousins who doesn’t have a stomach for blood.
My eyebrows shot up.
Me: And they think they won’t see blood at EE? That’s hilarious. What did you do? Lie to him repeatedly and promise him nothing but staff meetings and teacher luncheons for the rest of his days?
Nixon: Er, something like that.
Me: Let me know how that works out for you when he runs away screaming from all the bloody bodies and guns.
Chase: It’s more refined now that the De Langes are less of a problem.
Me: Right.
Phoenix: Let us know if you need anything, and for future reference, if you’re girl’s mad at you, it’s probably because you called her a whore during family dinner.
Me: Why would I lie to you?