Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 68936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Maybe I should.
“Everything okay?” I ask.
“Yeah,” he murmurs. “Yeah, it’s fine.”
“Did you have a good night?”
He nods.
He’s drunk, I mean I’m not stupid enough to have not figured that one out already. Still, he seems off in a way that is strange for him.
“Gotta ask,” he says, looking to me. “Did you not tell me about your past because you thought I’d judge you?”
That’s what he’s thinking about?
Oh boy, our minds are certainly in different places.
“Not exactly,” I say. “But it is hard not to judge me. I mean, I was in love with my step-father. It’s pretty hard not to judge that.”
“Fucked a teacher once, trust me it’s not.”
Oh.
Okay then.
“Ah,” I say, giving him an awkward look. “I mean, it’s a bit different.”
“Is it? I was sixteen. She was thirty-two.”
Okay then.
Not that different.
“Wait, did you get found out?” I ask, unable to stop myself.
“Yep.”
“Did she get locked up?”
“Yep.”
“Oh my god. I know I should be more serious right now but it’s hard not to ask a thousand questions, like, how did that even happen?”
“She was a hot thirty-two and I was a much older sixteen. Still, it was fucked up. She clearly had a thing for guys my age, turns out I wasn’t the first. I felt good about it, I mean she was a babe wantin’ to fuck me, I was sixteen and only thought with my cock. What else are you goin’ to do?”
I laugh. “Maybe not fuck a teacher.”
He grins at me, and oh, my beating heart.
It feels nice.
“Just told you, I thought with my cock.”
I laugh. “How long did it go on?”
“Six months. Then we got busted and when they asked me, I just told them the truth. She never came back after that. Pretty sure she went to prison, but she might have done a runner. Either way, it was the last I saw of her. Now, stop changin’ the subject and tell me about that piece of shit wantin’ to take your money.”
I tell him all about Devin and the way he treated me growing up. Before I know it, an hour has passed and we’re both lying on our backs, talking freer than we ever have before. The conversation is flowing in a way I never thought it could. It feels natural, and comfortable, and really, really good.
“I better get to bed,” he says, sitting up.
I sit up too, yawning. “Yeah, same.”
I look to him, and everything inside me wants to kiss him.
Maybe I should?
Maybe I should just take the chance.
I lean forward without thinking a second longer about it, and I press my lips to his.
For a second, he just sits there, and before the kiss can deepen, he pulls back.
“You already won the game, Ramona,” he murmurs.
“Is that why you think I’m kissing you?”
“Isn’t it?” he asks.
“No.”
“Then why?”
“Because ...”
Before I can go on, I hear his name being called.
My heart slumps down into the very pit of my chest. Lorelei is here. Oh, god. She’s been here this whole time?
I figured she wasn’t considering he just sat in here talking to me for an hour.
“Lorelei is here?”
His eyes scan my face. “Yeah. She was asleep.”
“I ...”
I feel like an idiot.
An actual idiot.
“You should go.”
He stands just as Lorelei rounds the corner. She looks at the two of us and is wearing nothing but his shirt by the looks of it. Oh god, he fucked her before he came in here? He fucked her? Then stupid me went ahead and kissed him? God, no wonder he pulled back, he’s with someone else.
The ache in my chest hurts more than I possibly thought it could.
“I’m comin’,” Adan says, looking at her. “Just fixin’ my bandage.”
“Oh, of course. Hi, Ramona.”
I wave, but I can’t force words to leave my mouth.
I couldn’t even if I wanted to.
She tells Adan she’ll meet him back in bed, and I know, I know what I have to do.
This moment makes it clearer than anything else ever has.
“Adan?” I say, just as he steps outside the door.
He looks back at me.
“I quit.”
Then I stand and closed the door on his shocked face.
I can’t do this anymore.
Remy was right ... I’m in love with Adan.
I spend weeks trying to give him a hard-on, and all that happened was I gave myself a heart-on.
My heart wants him.
Stupid, foolish heart.
15
“Wait,” Eve says, eyes wide. “You quit?”
“Yeah, I quit.”
“Why?” she gasps. “Why did you do that?”
“Because ...” I look away for a second. “Because I’m in love with him.”
“Oh, honey,” she says, pulling me in for a hug. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t know until last night, but here I am. I need somewhere to stay until I can find a place to live, if you don’t mind. I’m going to buy one, you know, now that I have all the money in the damned world.”