Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 16214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 81(@200wpm)___ 65(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 81(@200wpm)___ 65(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
“Yes. I guess I should do that, huh?” He lowers me slowly but doesn’t step back.
“Well, I guess I should be getting to bed then. See you in the morning.” When he smirks, I know I am missing something. “Joshua?” He looks at me and then sits on the bed.
“No problem, babe. Go get ready for bed.” Suddenly, it clicks. I see his bag on the side of the bed, and I am pissed.
“Did you get only one room?” I ask him with my hands on my hips. He walks over to me and leans into my face. His nose and mine are touching and it takes everything in me not to stick my tongue out and lick his lips, familiarizing myself with the taste I was so obsessed with in high school. Instead, I pinch my mouth together and look him in his eyes.
“You bet your ass I did, Peaches. You have dropped off Junie and now there is no buffer.” My heart jumps when I hear him call our daughter by her nickname.
“I can’t believe you did this!” I shout, needing to express my frustration in some way.
“Me? You can’t believe I did this? Are you serious? I am the one who should be angry.”
“What are you talking about?” I ask him, totally clueless.
“I know she is my daughter, March. She has my fucking eyes.” I stumble back, hand on my chest, my head spinning with his revelation. But I manage to compose myself enough to give him a zing.
“What makes you think she is yours? For all you know, her father could be Taftkan.” He steps towards me, growling my name.
“Peaches.” God. Why is it even when I am pissed, the minute he says my nickname all growly and possessive-like, my panties melt, and I go soft and gooey on the inside? “Don’t ever fucking say that to me again. He was never good enough to lick your boots, baby. You know, and I know it. So why the hell would you dangle him in front of me like that? To hurt me?” The minute he says it, I feel like shit.
Taft was a guy on the football team like Josh. He has always had some sort of rivalry with him, trying to best Josh. One up him. When he found out I was Josh’s girlfriend, it became his mission to try to take me from him. He made me miss my bus by holding me up in the hallway. He knew that Josh was not there. So he offered me a ride home, saying he was sorry. I didn’t know he recorded me getting into his car. By the time we made it to my house, Josh had pulled up and was so pissed he practically ripped me from his car and pulled me behind him before he went after Taft like a challenged lion.
“I’m sorry,” I apologize to him, feeling like a bitch because I know that was a low blow.
“So I want to know why the hell we are going all over the world looking for other men as a candidate? How many guys did you fuck after me? Was I that replaceable that now you are not sure whose daughter she is even though we both know the truth?” I am so stunned by his accusation that I fall to the bed, giving myself a chance to process his words.
How dare he? Doesn’t he know he was my entire world? I would die before I let another man touch me. Even now, I am having a hard time realizing I need to move on. But then again, I am sure he has been sleeping with anything that moves, so… “I don’t have to tell you anything, Joshua.”
“You damn well do. So please tell me. How many of them are there?” Slap. My hand shoots out and makes contact with his gorgeous face before I decide to let loose on him. I am feeling all sorts of things right now, and to be honest, I am not sure either of us is going to get to make it out of tonight the same.
CHAPTER
TEN
JOSHUA
Did she just fucking slap me? She moves to slap me again, and I reach out and grab her wrist, stopping her in her tracks. Why is that so hot? My cock hardens and weeps for the woman I love. There’s no turning back now my cheek stings. But it doesn’t matter; all that matters is here and now, her and I.
“How many, March? How many men have you fucked?” I’m close to shouting but I keep it in check.
“How many girls, Josh?” she counters, surprising me.
“What? Don’t fucking turn this around on me.”
“How many?” she whispers. “While we were together?”
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I say, pulling her closer to me. Without thinking, I drop my lips down to hers. She resists at first, but then she moans and moves closer to me. That’s all the invitation that I need. I don’t waste any time at all. I rip her clothes from her body and do the same to mine. I throw her down on the bed, and she reaches for me. I kiss her again. I’m so fucking angry at her. For everything. For all the years I’ve been without her. This isn’t about making love right now. We both know that.