Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 88080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“At least we have one thing in common about our boy problems,” I say, shaking my head. “Roan apparently hates both our boyfriends.”
“Oh, God,” she groans. “If he calls Ryan or his brother ‘Cuntingham’ one more time, I’m going to punch him in his stupid fireman abs.”
A laugh escapes me. “He really hates the Cunninghams. It’s almost comical. I think it’s because he thinks Tyler is going to try and steal Hollis. We ran into him and his boyfriend at the movies last month. Roan was so pissy after that.”
“As if Hollis would ever leave Roan. They’re so obsessed with each other.” She shakes her head, rolling her eyes. “I guess Roan is just going to have to get over himself. Kayden is your boyfriend and Ryan is mine.”
“Maybe we should double date so Ryan can see Kayden’s not going to put the moves on you or something,” I suggest.
Her eyes darken. “He won’t go for it.”
“Why not?”
“He really, really doesn’t like Kayden. Bad idea.”
“Why do you like him again?” I blurt out.
Her features pinch in obvious hurt. “I just do. Same reason you like Kayden even though he’s a pushy, spoiled bastard who is used to getting his way. They’re just brats and we’re somehow attracted to them.”
“Yeah,” I mutter, leaning my head on her shoulder. “Maybe we should ditch the boys and date men.”
Like Jordy?
My flesh heats in embarrassment. He’s in prison. Just because I used to crush on him when I was younger doesn’t mean I want to date him, even if that were a possibility. He’s Jordy. Like a brother to me.
“Or we could just save ourselves a lot of trouble and date each other,” she teases, nudging me.
“You’re too high-maintenance for me,” I joke back.
“Plus, I love the D,” she says with a laugh.
Okay, so maybe she’s not as virginal as I once thought.
“Have you and Ryan…” I trail off and look up at her.
“Yes.” She bites on her bottom lip. “When we’re alone…he’s really good to me.”
Something about her statement irks me. “What about the rest of the time?”
“Then too,” she says, huffing. “I’m just saying he’s so sweet when we’re together.”
“Why didn’t you tell me you were sleeping with him?”
“Because I didn’t want twenty questions about it,” she mutters in a defensive tone. “He uses protection. He’s gentle. Mom doesn’t know. Does that answer all your questions?”
I let out a heavy sigh as I turn to give her a side hug. “Be safe and don’t be afraid to talk to me, Char.”
She toys with a strand of my hair. “I will. I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine,” I assure her. “Now can we turn on some Lizzo while you do homework so I can pretend I don’t have to go back home in a little bit to deal with my overbearing brother?”
“It’s a date.”
Jordy
Three weeks later…
“Give me another week,” Samantha says, smiling at me. “We have this in the bag.”
I nod at my new attorney. “Thanks.”
She stacks her papers in a neat pile and looks over at me beneath her dark lashes. “You don’t belong here, Jordy, and I’m doing everything in my power to get you out of here.” She tosses her blond hair off her shoulder and leans forward, giving me a prime view of her cleavage in her low-cut blouse. “And when you do get out, come see me so we can properly celebrate.”
Samantha is hot—tall, blond, big tits—but not my type.
“Sure,” I grunt out, knowing full well that’s not going to happen. “Are we done?”
“For now. I’ll keep you posted.”
As soon as she’s gone and I’m led out of the office, I find my way to the kitchen where I’m on duty. Cooking for convicts isn’t as fun as cooking at home, but it’s better than cleaning toilets.
“Look at you, One-Up. Is that fuckin’ hope I see in those eyes?” a deep voice growls.
I sweep my stare over one of the biggest assholes in the pen. Thank fuck he’s my friend.
“Samantha thinks she can get me off soon.”
He lets out a low rumble of a laugh that reminds me all too much of my best friend. “I bet she can get you off. That bitch is thirsty as fuck. You don’t want a piece, tell her to represent me. I’ll let her get me off all damn day.” He makes a crude gesture of jerking himself off.
“Fuckin’ loser,” I toss out at him. “The game’s changed since you went in, old man.”
“You’re a goddamn fetus, boy,” he grunts. “What the fuck do you know about dating?”
“More than you.” I shrug.
“That lawyer bitch of yours would eat out of my hand,” he boasts, squaring his shoulders at me. “Send her my way.”
He’s probably not wrong. Jace Hirsch is taller than me and could beat my ass in a second if he wanted to because he’s beefed to the max from all the lifting he does. With the whole tatted up, mean convict vibe he has going on, I’m sure Samantha would love to fuck the fire right out of him.