Killer Crush Read online Ella Goode

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Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
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“It’s almost ten,” Quinn chirps.

“Fuck. I had a study meeting this morning.” Flip squints at me. “Hey, you got some deliveries. We were hungry and thought it might be food, but it was just...socks and a toaster. Nice green though. Really brightens up the place.” He looks me over. “Mind if I keep the clothes? I’m thinking the all black look makes me look like a ninja assassin.” He strikes a pose.

Quinn muffles a giggle. I let the bottle drop from my hand. “Sure. Keep the clothes.”

“You can keep mine. Looks like she liked them.” He waggles his eyebrows.

I glance down at the bottle. I could kill Flip and I don’t think the world would suffer at all. Unfortunately, Quinn’s with me. She might not be ready for that. I pull out my glasses and slip them on. “See you later, Flip.”

I don’t wait for a response. I pull Quinn into the apartment and shut the door in his face. The place looks like a disaster and smells like a brewery. “Let’s eat out.”

“Oh my God, no. We’re cleaning this place up,” Quinn commands. “You make me a steak and I’ll gather up the trash.”

And that’s what we do.

Chapter Fourteen

Quinn

“Look what the cat dragged in.” I look up from my phone as I pull my keys out of the new fancy front door lock that Daman installed a few weeks ago. I find Trin sitting on the sofa pulling her shoes on.

“Sorry.” I cringe, feeling bad. I have been pretty MIA around here for the past few weeks. Daman’s bed is way bigger and he has a huge bathtub. One with jets in it that do more than only soothe your muscles. It was hard to say no when he asked me to stay the night. Which happened to be every night since we were first together.

“Don’t be sorry. I’m only messing with you.” She smiles, standing up. “I can’t say I blame you.” She wiggles her eyebrows at me. I feel my face warm. Being casual about the whole having sex thing is new to me. For as much as we’ve had it at this point I shouldn't be shy about it.

“Class?” I ask as she pulls a hoodie on over her head before fixing her hair.

“Yeah. Same shit different day.”

“No new guy on the hook for you?” I drop my own bag down by the door. She shrugs, looking bored at the idea. She must be in one of her no-men phases. I don’t see this lasting very long.

“Before I forget, I wanted to mention that the handyman got pissy about the new lock. It’s safe to say he hates the new boyfriend you’ve got.” She comes over, grabbing her bag for class. Her comment strikes me as odd because why would the handyman care? How the hell did he even notice that we had a new one?

“What’s wrong with the lock?” I look back at the door.

“Landlord has to have a key. I guess we aren’t supposed to change the locks ourselves. Some kind of policy they have.” She rolls her eyes. “I got a copy of mine and gave it to him so he’d leave me alone. That man is relentless.”

I’ve never given much thought to someone else having a key to our apartment before. I’ve only ever lived at home. I guess we don’t own the place so it sort of makes sense.

“That’s not the worst of it. When I got here today he was in here. He scared the shit out of me.”

“So, he can just come in here?” I remember the handyman. I feel bad because I can’t recall his name offhand. I’ve run into him a few times but try to avoid him as much as possible. He hit on me when we first moved in here.

At least that’s what Trin had said he’d done. He gave me his number and had me text him so he had mine. I thought it was in case something broke or there was an emergency. Trin had taken my phone and blocked his number, telling me to trust her before I got a dick pic I would never forget. I thought she was being a little over the top blocking his number, but I didn't really care. I kind of forgot about it after that.

“He said he tried to call you but couldn't get through to let you know he was coming by today. But we all know he’s a creeper so I thought I should mention it.”

“He’s blocked.” I mumble what we both already know. Goosebumps still cover my arms at the creepy feeling the idea of someone just being able to unlock our door and come in gives me.

“Yeah. I told his ass that he needs to contact me next time.” She puts the bag she’s holding over her shoulder, giving me a kiss on the cheek. “Text me later.”


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