Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 164459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 822(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 822(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
I blinked rapidly, peering over the railing, at that damn prickly rose bush that got me in the ass every single time. I was tired of pulling out thorns, but I did it each night because it was worth seeing her for.
“We just have to be really quiet,” she said lightly. “My brother’s room has a trellis wall by his window but his room is too close to theirs so I can let you out from the kitchen door. It’s where the alarm is.”
I sighed. “Okay. Fine.” I shut the window and locked it, following her to the door. She glanced back, nodding to let me know everything would be fine.
I don’t know why I had a bad feeling about this. We were safer by using the window, but if she was sure, I was going to trust her. After all, she knew her home and her parents more than I ever could.
Her door opened and I was so damn glad it didn’t creak. We tiptoed down the hallway, and she looked back to where her parent’s bedroom was. Their lights were shut off. The house was quiet.
We met at the staircase, and I wanted to crush every single step.
Over twenty steps we had to go down.
Fuck.
Jenny trotted down softly. I could hardly hear her bare footsteps on the marble, but I could definitely hear my heavy, squeaky boots.
Jenny was at the bottom of the staircase and I met right up with her. The kitchen was just around the corner, and it was completely dark, minus the slivers of moonlight coming through the blinds.
Jenny rushed for the alarm system, typing in a pin number. Once it turned green, she swung the door open. It was a straight shot. I just had to pass the pool to get to the gate.
But, as the door was pulled open, that’s when I saw the woman.
It was too late to turn back now. Too late to even say anything.
We stepped out, and the woman looked right at us. She wore a blue silk robe and her hair seemed freshly curled. She was barefoot and had a cigarette in hand.
“Jennifer?” the woman called out loudly and Jenny gasped as she snapped her gaze up.
“Mom—what are you doing out here? Are you smoking?”
“What am I doing out here?” She bent down and smashed the butt of the cigarette into the cement. “What are you doing out here? And who is that!?”
Damn.
This was it.
I was stuck.
I couldn’t run back.
I couldn’t get out.
This was my only way out now.
“Aren’t you supposed to be asleep?” Jenny demanded.
Her mom folded her arms, completely disregarding her daughter. She focused solely on me.
“Come on out,” she ordered. “Let me see you.”
Jenny kept a hand on my chest. “No. He was just leaving.”
“You lied to me.” Her mom turned up her nose.
“What? How?” Jenny snapped.
“I asked you if you had a boyfriend and you told me no.”
Jenny narrowed her eyes. “You didn’t deserve to know.”
“Well, does he not have any manners? Is he not going to formally introduce himself?”
“Jenny,” I sighed. This was enough. She could no longer hide me. I was damn near twice her size. I stepped past her and held out a hand towards her mom. Her mom looked down at my hand as if I had something contagious. “I’m Drake Davenport.”
Her eyes grew wide. “Davenport? Wait—do you mean to tell me you are Flex Davenport’s son?”
“Yes,” I said tightly.
“Well, what a shocker,” she laughed. “Flex and I went to school together. He was such a sad guy, but his wife turned out to be stunning. I think her name was Sam… Samantha or something maybe.” She pondered on it and my jaw ticked. “Not sure what happened to her. She used to work at the local grocery store but I haven’t seen her there in ages.”
“That’s because she’s dead… ma’am.”
Her mom looked at me, shocked. “Oh. Wow. How terrible. I am so sorry for your loss.”
I didn’t respond. She was pissing me off with her nonchalant attitude. Now I could see why Jenny didn’t like her mother. This woman was a straight bitch, and she knew it too. It was almost like she couldn’t stop her bitchiness even if she were to put forth the effort.
“I should go,” I murmured looking between her and Jenny.
“Actually, you should wait a minute.” I started to walk off, but her mom caught me by the hook of my arm. I glared down at the grip she had on me. “The police will want to know why you have broken into our home. After all, it is nearly three in the morning and you have no business being here. You’re a complete stranger. I don’t know you at all.”
“Mom!” Jenny shouted.
I glanced back at Jenny. I wasn’t worried. I’d be gone before they even got here.