Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
“Fuck!” Milk yells. “Fuck, Hadley, fuck!”
I tremble at his raised voice, curling my legs toward me. Junior was all I had. I left everything and everyone for him. I gave it all up for him.
“Jesus, babe,” he mutters, his voice softening. “Fuck, I’m sorry.” He drops onto the bed behind me and curls a muscular arm around my middle. His nose nuzzles my hair as he whispers more apologies that make me cry. “I was just mad as hell my fucking father had his hands in your shorts.”
I stiffen, hating how alone I feel in his arms. With each passing day here, we grow further apart. He fucks around with Juicy and probably Prissy too, but it was supposed to be just us. It was never supposed to be all this other shit.
“Hey,” he rumbles, moving my hair away from my neck so he can kiss it. “You’re pissed at me. You have every right to be. I’m not like him. It was an accident. I—it just happened, baby. Fuck, you gotta understand that.”
But I don’t understand.
I don’t understand him at all.
His lips are revealing, though. He kisses me in a way that makes me melt at his touch. I feel his apologies. The boy from my youth kisses my neck tenderly—worshiping my flesh. His dick is hard pressed against my ass. I try not to worry over the fact it probably smells like Juicy.
“What do you need from me to make you happy?” he asks, rocking his hips against me, urging me to beg for a make-up fuck.
I’m stubborn, though.
“I need you to hold me and promise me that it’s only me, Junior. Always only me.”
He lets out a frustrated sigh but doesn’t fight me on it. “Yeah, Beauty Queen. Only you.”
His lie smells like Juicy’s pussy.
I wake up in the dark, naked and alone. My body is sore and abused in the good kind of way. I didn’t want to forgive Milk easily, but sometimes he says all the right things at exactly the right time. It was after the third orgasm I decided I forgave him. Love is stronger than a stupid club whore trying to hoe around on my man. We’ll get through this.
Loneliness is a gnawing beast, though.
While I sit here, I wonder where he’s at and who he’s with.
Letting out a heavy sigh, I grab his laptop off the end table, knocking away the condom foils, and pop it open. I ditched my phone when I ran away from home, but I still check in on my social media through a fake profile I used to have when my dad would ground me. It’s been four months since I left home. Dad used to write shit on my wall every day, begging me to come home and making threats. He hasn’t posted anything in weeks.
Silence is worse.
I find Junior’s Facebook and check up on it. It’s mostly pictures of his bike. We have an unspoken agreement that he doesn’t put me in any pictures so my dad doesn’t trace me here. Since Dad and Magna go way back, I don’t think he’s ever considered Magna would betray him by letting me stay. While scrolling, I find that Milk is tagged in one of Juicy’s pictures. Sitting in his lap. The picture is from tonight.
That bitch!
I go to her page and find more of them together. Away from the clubhouse at some shitty dive in town. All over each other tongue fucking. What a scandalous whore!
Instead of sobbing like I want, I decide I’ll bring the monster back out and make him jealous. Then, I’ll deal with that bitch once and for all.
The music from the clubhouse bar is loud. From the sounds of it, while I was sleeping, everyone was partying it up without me. I’m dressed to kill in a pair of tight jeans, high heels, and a fitted crop top. My dark hair is straightened into long, silky strands and my makeup is pageant-worthy. As soon as I walk into the bar, several heads turn my way, including Hammer’s. His grin is wolfish.
“My offer ssstill sssstands, Beauty Queen,” he slurs.
I mock him back. “You’re ssstill a frog, loser.”
His friend Bouncer cackles with laughter. They’re already drunk as hell. I don’t care about those idiots. I’m on a mission to confront Junior and claw Juicy’s fucking eyes out.
“Lookin’ hot, chica,” Molly says, bouncing up to me. She’s higher than a kite and grinning happily at me. Molly is one of the few girls I like around here.
“Thanks. You seen Milk?”
Her eyes drop guiltily. “In the back with Juicy. She’s such a slut.”
“I’m going to kill her.”
“Not before we get a selfie with you looking drop-dead gorgeous!”
We pose with our lips pursed and tits out as she snaps the picture. Hammer photo bombs us, copping a feel of each of our tits.