Doomsday Love Read Online Shanora Williams

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, New Adult, Romance, Sports Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 164459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 822(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
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Her face flattens and then she looks over her shoulder. I know his office is right there, but his blinds are shut. He’s either working on papers or he has some Dawg Pit slut in there sucking him off.

“I… can go get him. Was he expecting you or something?” she probes.

“No,” I mutter. “Just tell him I’m in town to handle some shit and while I’m here we should talk.”

She glances at Jenny. Jenny forces a smile but Hayley doesn’t bother. She turns quickly and scurries to the office. She knocks on the door and then slips in rapidly, so fast that I can’t see inside.

I feel eyes on me, and when I look up I see Crusher, one of the boys I used to fight with. He cracks a wide-ass smile and then comes in my direction, giving me some dap before pulling me into a brotherly hug.

“The motherfucking legend himself! What in the fuck are you doing here?!”

“Just paying a visit.”

He points back at Flex’s office with his thumb. “To Flex?”

“Yep.”

“What, are you two on good terms now or some shit?”

“I wouldn’t say that, but there is some shit I need to talk to him about.”

“Oh. Well, shit! It’s good to see you, brother. We all watched the fight over at Skinner’s place. That was some brutal shit, man. That motherfucker didn’t stand a chance. I’m glad to see someone made it out of this piece of shit town… and with some eye candy on him.”

Crusher looks at Jenny and she flashes an uncomfortable smile. I reel her in, laughing as she wraps a hand around my waist.

“He’s only kidding, babe. Relax.”

Crusher chuckles. “He’s right. I know who you are to him.”

“You do?” Jenny asks, surprised.

“Jenny Roscoe. The only girl Doomsday ever loved. Shit, who wouldn’t know that? Heard about you through the twins a lot.”

Jenny looks up at me, blushing. “You boys must have done a lot of talking around here.”

I fight a laugh. “Nah. We just got nosy pricks like Crusher who ask a million and one questions.”

Crusher busts out laughing. He begins to say something else, but then a door shuts, stealing our attention away.

Hayley comes back in our direction, and as she does, the blinds of Flex’s office crack open. I see him standing there. He has his lights dim, but he can’t hide from me.

Hayley meets up to us, her face as straight as a board.

“Well?”

She looks back hesitantly before meeting my eyes again. “I don’t think he wants to talk.”

“What the hell do you mean? Does he need me to come back there to do it?”

“No… he just doesn’t want to talk to you… at all.”

She tucks her blonde hair behind her ear nervously, avoiding my eyes. I look over her, at that son-of-a-bitch standing there like we can’t see him. His eyes are hard, his jaw fixed.

“Really?” I clench my jaw. “All those fucking times he’s called and now he has nothing to say?!”

“Drake, let’s just go. It’s okay,” Jenny insists.

“No.” I focus on Hayley. “What exactly did he tell you to say to me? I know that isn’t it.”

She whips her head up with eyes as wide as discs. She takes a glimpse of Crusher who stands with his arms folded, confused about the entire situation.

“You really want to know?” she questions.

“Just fucking tell me.” My voice is a lot more agitated than it should be.

“H-he told me to tell you to fuck off and to make sure you take your rich bitch with you.”

I feel Jenny flinch at my side, but I don’t dare react. At least, not right away. I feel my jaw ticking, my fists clenching. Jenny grabs my arm and tries to haul me back.

“Drake, babe, let’s just go, okay? We don’t have to be here. You tried and that’s all that matters.”

“My rich bitch?” I scoff. I smile, but there is no trace of humor beneath it.

Crusher steps in front of me, raising his hands. “Calm down, Doom.”

“Why the fuck should I?”

A crowd collects around us, but none of them matter because I only have my eyes on one specific person. The coward hiding in his office, like I won’t go back there and kick his fucking door in.

“I see his still has no respect,” I laugh bitterly, looking around. “And you all continue to come to this gym to support that twisted fuck.”

Crusher looks elsewhere, but only because he knows it’s true.

“Does he realize that I can buy this fucking gym out and make it my own? That I fucking made this gym?! I’m the only reason any of you came here to fight!”

“Drake… please,” Jenny begs.

I glance down at her, and I want to walk away, I really do, but the fact that he can’t even face me after so many years proves just how much I really should fuck him up.


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