Even if it Hurts (Coastal Elite #1) Read Online Sam Mariano

Categories Genre: Angst, Contemporary, Dark, New Adult, Romance, Virgin, Young Adult Tags Authors: Series: Coastal Elite Series by Sam Mariano
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Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 129986 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
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His text reads, “Should I be jealous?”

My brow furrows faintly. “Jealous?” I type back, unsure what he means.

“I’ve heard some ranting tonight about Anae’s sister being in love with you. I figured it was just Anae being dramatic, but I want to make sure I don’t need to get involved.”

Involved?

“Why would that necessitate your involvement anyway?”

“I’m a territorial man,” he states.

My tummy sinks. I don’t even know what to say to that, so it takes a moment before I get up the courage to ask, “And what territory are you policing, exactly?”

“You know what territory I’m policing,” he answers.

My palms feel sticky. I hold my phone, my heart beating a little too hard as I consider what to say to that.

“Hannah’s just a friend,” I text back, feeling ridiculous even having to say it.

“You sure?”

“Pretty sure. She also seems super sweet, so you stay away from her,” I add with a winky face so he doesn’t take my demand too seriously—while also taking it to heart because he doesn’t need to go anywhere near Hannah Dupont.

“Are you saying I’m not super sweet?” he teases.

“I mean, I think you are, but opinions seem to vary.”

“What does Hannah think?”

That question makes me uneasy.

It’s almost like he knows I asked her about him, but… he couldn’t possibly know that.

“How should I know?” I ask evasively, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling that I’m not being entirely honest with him.

“You know what I realized?” he asks.

“What?” I ask, an aching pit in my gut that I don’t understand.

“Miss Hannah Dupont has one more picture of you in her phone than I have in mine.”

He’s not actually jealous of Hannah, right?

That would be crazy.

I’m sure he’s only joking, but I can’t shake the unease that he might not be, too. I don’t actually know him that well, after all. I’ve never heard he’s a jealous lunatic, but...

“Yeah, I guess she does,” I answer. It’s not cute or clever, but I’m too worried to be charming right now.

“So, I’m thinking, maybe if you don’t want to send me one, I should go upstairs to her room and see if I can convince her to send me the one she has.”

I feel sick—utterly sick—at the thought.

It doesn’t make sense, but it feels…

It feels like a threat.

I push up from my laying position, folding my legs in front of me on the bed and looking down at the phone, trying to think what to say.

He’s not threatening me. I’m being ridiculous. He’s teasing me, that’s all. He just wants the picture of me in my underwear, and I know he’s not above using unorthodox methods of getting what he wants. He doesn’t even mean it. What kind of psycho would actually go up to his girlfriend’s sister’s bedroom and hassle her to send him a picture of another girl? Literally nobody would do that.

Then again…

Am I sure?

No.

He hasn’t exactly seemed concerned with covering his tracks up to this point.

I look across the room at the pink striped bag on top of my dresser. The panties are inside. I suppose I could just put them on…

My fingers fly across the screen as I text back, “You wouldn’t show anybody, right?”

“Of course not,” he answers. “It’s for my eyes only.”

I try to feel reassured by that, but I don’t.

It does get me off the bed, though. I strip off my pajama pants and the panties I put on after my post-work shower. I slip on the ones he bought me. They’re snug, but I think they’re supposed to be. These are not panties one wears for comfort while lounging around the house alone.

I turn this way and that, sucking in my tummy and looking at myself from every angle.

My God, am I really going to do this?

I think I am.

I try not to think about how fucked up this is as I hurry to the bathroom to fix my hair and make sure I look okay, but that’s impossible. Piecing together all the information he’s offered in his texts, it sounds like he is at Anae’s house right now. He’s just sitting there with her, texting me and asking for pictures of me in my panties?

Something unsettling moves through my tummy. Maybe it’s just nerves, but a voice whispers, don’t do it.

Maybe it’s my conscience.

Poor conscience, we’re usually much better than this.

I need the money, I remind myself.

I also don’t want it to be my fault Dare notices Hannah.

I’m not proud that, in this moment, it’s the second motivation that feels most prominent.

I’m also aware that neither of those should be the reason I send my first sexy picture to a guy, but I swat that rational thought aside and try to figure out where to take this picture.

I snap a couple in the bathroom mirror, but I cringe because they’re both terrible. I need a different setting and some coverage. He said I couldn’t wear anything but the panties, but he said nothing about props or positioning. Maybe it’s a loophole, but I’m using it.


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