Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
“Or I’ll text her,” he offers.
“No!” I shout way too quickly, making him lift a brow. If he texts her, he’ll see the last thing we were talking about. Then I’ll die.
“Is there something you don’t want me to see?”
“It’s girl talk.” I hold my hand out for the phone, and he stares at me. “Please.”
“Was that so hard?” He sets it on the counter in front of me, and I snatch it up. “Text her,” he orders, and this time I don’t hesitate.
I fire off the text before he can try and take the phone again. After I send it, I delete all of our texts too.
“Good girl.” He says it like it’s the most normal thing in the world to call me, and I hate the rush of desire that fills me when I hear it.
“This is stupid.” I take my bowl over to the sink.
“It is. You should be eating more than cereal for breakfast. I’ll fix that tomorrow.”
“That’s not what I meant.” I grab my backpack. “Josie is already on the way to school. I’m on her way. It doesn’t make sense for you to take me.”
“It’s not for you to worry about what makes sense. It’s for you to do as you’re told.”
I shake my head at him. Nothing I say will get through. Nash does what he wants, and honestly, his words only fuel the fire inside of me. His comments should piss me off, but they only turn me on, which I suppose does piss me off. This is a crazy merry-go-round I’m on, and I need to get off before I’m thrown from it.
“Can we go?” I need to get some space from him so I can come up with a new plan. Last night blew up in my face because he was completely unfazed.
“Get your little ass in the car,” he orders, and I have to resist the urge to retaliate. I bite my tongue with a retort, but my patience is short-lived.
“I can’t believe you really took my door,” I huff when he pulls out of the driveway.
“I can’t believe they still make you wear those uniforms.” I catch him looking at my thighs, and he stares at them until I shift in my seat. What is he looking at? I was butt-ass naked last night and he didn’t have this much of a reaction.
“I like them,” I admit. “I’m not used to this.”
“This?” he asks.
“It’s a fancy school. The uniform makes it easy for me to blend in.” Even with the uniforms, I see the expensive shoes and jewelry the other girls wear at school.
My stepdad gives my mom money, which I understand. They are married, and we had to move our whole lives to come here. She couldn't keep her job, and he hadn’t wanted her to. With how he has to travel for work, he said he wanted her to be able to come with him. I’m not sure if that was true because he hasn’t really gone anywhere since we moved in.
If he was lying, I think it was for a good reason. He wants as much of my mom's time as he can get. It's sweet, but I don’t feel right using his money more than I need to. I know how to live on a budget.
“You’ll never blend in, Goldie.”
“Right,” I mutter under my breath. The comment cuts deep, and I stare out the window.
“You really have no idea, do you?”
“With you, I never have a clue,” I respond as he pulls up to the front of my school. I open the door, but before I can climb out, his hand comes down on my thigh, halting me.
“I’ll be waiting for you when school ends.”
“I can get a ride,” I snip, but his fingers tighten along the inside of my thigh. The primal glint in his eyes is raw, and before I can stop myself, I nod in agreement.
“Good girl.” Nash releases his hold, and I jump from the car.
Before I can stop myself, I spin around to face him. “Bye, Daddy,” I say before slamming his car door and taking off toward the school.
Yeah, there’s no way I’m meeting him after school.
He’s already taken my door. It’s not like it can get any worse.
Chapter Six
NASH
“Fuck.” I check my watch as the last of the students empty from the building. “I should have known better.”
Her phone was quiet most of the day, so I stopped checking it when I left the house to come get her. Goldie isn’t here, and I have a sneaking suspicion she’s not coming. I look at the app on my phone that shows her cloned activity, and she’s on the other side of town heading away from me.
I shake my head as I program her location into my navigation and drive in that direction. She thinks she’s so goddamn clever, but she’s in for a rude awakening.