Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 107687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
“I did, and just so you know, dating for a relationship and dating to fuck are two different things,” she snaps, and his eyes darken as I choke on my beer. Well, okay, I guess I read the situation just fine. But I’m pretty sure I’m out of the picture now. Especially with the way they’re looking like they’re about to tear each other’s clothes off and do it against the bar. Maybe I should leave? “I’m here for the latter.”
Her shoulders are taut, her eyes dark and full of challenge as he shakes his head. His eyes darken, and I’m pretty sure she’s about two seconds from kicking him with how fast her leg is swinging.
“Wow. Real rich, Emery. Real fucking rich.”
“What’s it to you?” she snaps, glaring at him. “I thought you moved on with what’s her name… Oh, that’s right. My cousin. Penelope Odder.”
These people can’t find partners outside of the Assassins’ world. I swear it.
His eyes flash with something, I’m not sure what, but I’m pretty sure I should go. “You know that was only to make you jealous, and it was over before it started.”
“Oh, you think you can make me jealous?” she says, her words dripping with so much sarcasm, I’m surprised he doesn’t laugh. “How cute.”
“Funny, you’re the one who brought it up.”
“To state a point that you’ve moved on, so I can too.”
“I didn’t move on, Em,” Quinn says, shaking his head, and then he leans in. “If you wanted to be fucked, Emery, I could take care of you, and you know I can.”
Emery’s eyes widen as her breath catches, and I hold up my hands. “Jesus Christ, do I need to go?”
Quinn looks over at me. “Dude, I’m sorry, but I’m in love with her, and she keeps playing this game with me.”
Emery throws her hands up. “There is no game, Quinn. I don’t want to be in a relationship, and you’ve proven over and over again I can’t just fuck with you ’cause you throw feelings around. And next thing you know, I’ve got a ring on my finger and a baby in my belly. I can’t fucking do it!”
Quinn looks away, and his nostrils flare. “So, you want me to sit here and watch you hook up with someone else?”
“No one says you gotta watch.”
“I can’t not watch you. Need you. Love you.”
“Quinn,” she practically begs. “Not here, please.”
“Embarrassed? Think of how I feel.”
“I know how you feel! I get it, but damn, let me be. I’m not ready for you…this…us. I need to experience the world. Respect that!”
He nods slowly and then leans back in. “I am doing my goddamn best, and I get that’s not what you want. You want me to disappear, let you be, but I can’t. You’re everywhere I go, everywhere I look. I can’t not love you.”
“Damn,” Stella says, handing me a little bowl of popcorn. “This is some show.”
I snort as I take a handful. “Who you telling?” I throw some into my mouth. “Ooh, cheddar popcorn.”
“Shh,” Stella demands as we both look back to the other two.
“That’s not my fault. I told you not to fall in love with me.”
“So, you can fall for me, but I can’t for you?”
“Yes! ’Cause I can control my feelings!”
He’s shaking with anger, and I can’t help myself. I lean in. “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. If you love him, be with him.”
“Fuck off,” Emery snaps, her eyes wild.
“Well, hot damn,” I say, a bit offended, and Stella nods.
“Very touchy subject, these two.”
Quinn doesn’t even chance a glance at us or acknowledge anything we’ve said. His eyes are only on Emery, his heart on his sleeve. “Fine. Keep playing these games. But know this, Emery Elaine Brooks… No one, and I mean no one, will make love to you the way I do. Worship your body the way it’s meant to be worshiped. Good luck trying to come with anyone else.” She glares, and I’m unsure if she’s breathing as he backs away. His gaze then falls on me, and he shrugs. “I’m sure you’re a capable fuck, but she’s mine.”
“I am no one’s, Quinn. No one’s,” Emery bites out.
I hadn’t even noticed how close they had gotten, his lips so near to hers, they could kiss at any moment. “Lies.”
“It’s not a fucking lie. I belong to only myself.”
Man, I feel like I’m in a romantic drama and they’re about to start fighting or kissing.
Quinn doesn’t even hesitate. “You’ll always be mine. Just as you carry my heart, I carry yours. And guess what?”
Her words come out as a whisper, and she’s unable to back down from the challenge he presents. “What?”
“I’m not giving it back.”
When he kisses her, hard, even my breath catches as Stella sighs deeply. Out of nowhere, though, Emery pulls back from his kiss, wide eyes, rosy face, and slaps the living shit out of Quinn. I’m surprised the nonexistent record didn’t scratch to a halt, with everyone staring at them. I look between them. Quinn is completely unfazed by her display of anger, his chest rising and falling with every breath he takes. Emery is the same, wild-eyed and completely flushed with color.