Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 104745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
“I didn’t say you needed me to wipe your ass. I’m just shocked, that’s all.” He uncrosses his arms. “Where’d you go last night on your date?”
“This steak place on the river. Palmers or something. Nice place. We should go back. You’d like it.”
“Huh.” He mulls this information. “You went back to her place then?”
“Yeah. Wasn’t planning on it, but she invited me inside, and I ended up spending the night. Girls beds are so fucking comfortable, she has this white down comforter that was like sleepin on a freakin cloud.” I fall back onto my bed, exhausted. “I’m gettin' a boner just thinkin’ about it.”
“I’m sure she’d love knowin’ that.”
“Knowin’ her, she probably would.”
Daisy is cool like that. I can say what’s on my mind and not have to worry about any delicate feelings being hurt or her threshold for nonsense being too low. She lets me be myself, dirty mouth and all.
I wonder what she’s doing right now.
Probably showering and getting ready for bed, same way I am.
“When would be a good time to mention that Shannon stopped by before.” Drew says it so casually it takes a few seconds for the words to sink in.
I look up. “When?”
“Saw her on the camera with their new roommate. They were talkin’ and started lookin’ through the windows when no one came to the door.”
“Looking in the windows? To see what, exactly?”
My brother shrugs. “Who knows. You know how girls are.”
“Did it record?”
“Yes.”
I stand there waiting. And waiting.
“Well? Are you gonna show it to me, or do I have to ask?”
Drew laughs, digging his phone out of the pocket of his track pants. “Shit, sorry.”
He thumbs through his cell, pokes, then holds it forward for me to look at once he has the camera app open.
I watch as Shannon—my former fuck buddy—climbs the front steps up to the porch with a girl I’ve never seen before a few steps behind her. Shannon fusses with her hair, two long braids pulled over her shoulders. She’s got on a bright white tank top that shows off her stomach and a pair of short shorts. White sneakers.
Ordinarily, I’d get off on it, but now? I feel nothing.
She presses the doorbell.
Stepping back to wait, she says something I cannot discern to the girl with her.
“Ring it again.”
Shannon presses the doorbell again.
“I swear I saw someone come home before. There’s a light on upstairs,” the new girl says.
“Dallas Colter’s girlfriend lives here. I told you that already,” Shannon snaps at her, testily.
“Jeez, I was just saying.” The roommate tosses her long black hair. “Do you think he’s sleeping with her?”
Shannon turns to look at her friend. “Don’t be an asshole. Of course he’s not sleeping with her. He’s sleeping with me.”
“Well, now maybe he’s sleeping with that girl you saw him on a date with. What did you say her name was?”
Once more, Shannon turns to her friend—and it’s hard to make out her expression on the small screen from the video footage, but the body language is telling me it’s not a friendly look.
“Don’t be a bitch,” Shannon finally says. “It’s not serious. He went out with her as a joke.”
I haven’t said shit about Daisy to Shannon, and I certainly would never tell her I went out with Daisy as a joke—not only because Daisy would have my nuts in a vise but because it’s not fucking true.
“Why isn’t he home? They should be done working out by now,” Shannon can be heard grumbling. “Check that window.”
How would she know whether or not I should be done at the gym? Does she stalk me?
Jesus.
I told her not to catch feelings the first time we fucked; seems like she’s not such a great listener and did not follow my directions.
Drew watches over my shoulder as Shannon and the black-haired girl peer into the first-floor windows, accessible by the porch, their hands shielding the light so they can stare into the living room windows. Then the dining room situated to the right of the front door.
Seriously.
What the fuck.
“Did they not notice the camera?” I squint at the tiny screen. “Why would they be doin’ and sayin’ that shit if they knew they were gonna be recorded?”
“Beats the hell out of me. I was thinkin’ the same thing.”
“Shannon, they’re not here. Can we go now?” the friend asks. “No one is home.”
“Fine. I’ll just come back later.”
I watch as they leave, retreating down the front porch steps the same way they came—but in a huff—the video camera footage eventually going black, having finished recording the motion on the porch.
“Well.” Drew sighs. “This certainly seems to be an issue. What are you gonna do?”
Do? “I’m going over there. This is bullshit.”
“Oh my god, Drake!” Shannon’s loud, over-the-top greeting grates on my last nerve. Too sweet, too excited.
Fake.
“You should totally come in,” she tells me, reaching for my hand as I linger in the open doorway, her nails scratching my forearm in the most annoying way.