Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16743 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 84(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16743 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 84(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
“Oh, God!” she shouts when I start to move.
“You’re mine, Jinny. Forever. Don’t run from me again. Tell me you understand.”
“I understand,” I she repeats, but she’s mindless. Hell, so am I.
I fuck into her over and over.
“Open your eyes, Jinny. Look at me.” Her beautiful green eyes pop open and she stares at me and smiles.
“Wow,” she moans as her fingernails, dig into my skin, marking me.
Reaching between us, I rub her clit until she screams my name. I follow, quickly filling her with my seed. Breeding her, praying as i have done everytime before for it to bind her to me forever the only thing on my mind besides Jinny herself.
I pull out of her slowly and move to lie beside her. Through out the night, I take her several times, only stopping to order a pizza but we forgot to eat it. I wake up with her in my arms. I will never sleep without her again. I groan as the alarm on my phone goes off.
“You’re leaving?” She doesn’t have any classes today.
“I have an early class. Go back to sleep.”
“Yeah. That sounds like a good idea. Are you coming back after your classes?” she asks, yawning.
“Have dinner with me tonight. I’ll go pick something up and bring it back so the dogs aren’t left alone.”
“Oh, I can’t. I have a class. I picked it up for someone.”
“Does that happen often?” I ask, getting dressed.
“Yes, but it’s fine. I don’t mind,” she says and I frown.
“That’s not the point. Would any of them do it for you?” I ask, before leaning down to give a kiss.
“I…”
“Don’t answer me, think about it. Really think about it. I’ll see you later tonight, okay?”
“Okay,” she says, looking like she’s near tears.
I hate that I am leaving it like this, but she really needed to hear that. I come back late, with dinner and I slide into bed with her, like we’ve been doing it forever.
Forever with her seems like the best idea in the world.
CHAPTER 11
JINNY
“Would you like a beverage, Miss?” I look up at the flight attendant, and suddenly, my throat is swollen and clogged with tears which begin to spill out much to my chagrin. “Oh dear. Here.” She sweetly gives me a look of pity and hands me a napkin.
“Thank you. I’m sorry.” I should not be acting like a crazy person on this flight. Especially not in first class.
“It’s alright. Can I get you something to make you feel better? We have liquor and beer. No. You know what, you look like a hot chocolate kind of girl. What do you say I steam you some and give you a package of those delicious Biscoff cookies. Sounds good?”
“Oh my gosh. Yes. Please.” Once she walks away, I lean back against the headrest and close my eyes. Why am I sitting on a plane in the middle of December heading to Miami? Well, it is because I am a coward and a pushover and I finally saw myself the way everyone else does. As weak and unworthy and I couldn’t face it. To explain, let me tell you what happened yesterday.
This is my least favorite class, but I needed something to meet the credit requirements. Don’t get me wrong, I believe all forms of art are important and it all leads into and connects to literature. But, sculpting is not my thing. “Ewww.” I hold my hands up, full of clay and dirt. Not my thing at all. Ten minutes before class is over, I decide I am done for the day. Grabbing my utensils, I walk over the sink and try to clean up a bit.
“Hi, Jennifer.” Ugh. I turn and see one of the other student teachers, Tracy.
“My name is Jinny.” I say trying not to show how irritated I am she said it wrong. It is easy enough to call someone by another name, but considering we have been in the same program and co-horts for the last six months, she should know me.
“Oh. I thought it was short for Jennifer or something.”
“Nope. Just Jinny. What’s up?” The sooner this conversation is over the faster I can get out of here to Noah.
“Well, my boyfriend was just promoted to head bartender of the bar downtown and we want to go out to celebrate. But, I have the night class tomorrow I am supposed to be teaching and Becky says you always have free time, so I was wondering if you would fill in for me?” I am stunned for a second first of all, not sure how to respond to the insinuation that I have nothing in my life. I should show her who I have in my life, but well, that would put both of us in danger of being tossed by the University, so of course I don’t. But hearing her say it out loud confirms what I have always felt. I am the girl everyone whispers about who has no life, no boyfriend, and you can get to do anything for you.