Total pages in book: 164
Estimated words: 154691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 619(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 619(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
“How could you?” she whispers, lowering her eyes to the floor in shame.
“You wanted to play the role of a whore. Don’t be mad when you’re treated like one.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
HENLEY
I PULL UP to Lisa’s house and make my way inside. I run up the stairs, ready to go to my room and pass the fuck out, not even bothering to eat dinner, but stop when I hear “Time Bomb” by Hollywood Undead coming from Law’s room.
I enter without knocking to find him sitting on his bed, his calculus book open and a notebook next to it. Of course, the bastard is shirtless in a pair of basketball shorts.
He looks up at me, his eyes casually looking me over from head to toe. His baby blue eyes linger on my choker for a second before they find their way to mine again. “May I help you?”
I slam the door shut and cross my arms over my chest. “I begged you?”
He smirks, closing his book shut. He places his hands behind his head and leans back against his black headboard. My eyes trail down over his muscular abs and deep V. God, it’s like these boys are chiseled from stone. “I knew you’d like that.”
“Fuck you, Law.” I spin around, giving him my back.
“You do know we didn’t fuck, right?” he asks.
I turn back to face him. “Yes, I know that,” I snap. Although I wasn’t a hundred percent, I like that he verified it without me having to ask like an idiot.
“And you know if I do choose to fuck you, that Scout won’t give a fuck, right?”
I swallow and look away from him. It was stupid of me to think that Scout would care. But I don’t harp on that. Instead, I walk over to the side of his bed. He leans his head back farther to look up at me. “If you choose to fuck me? Am I a charity case to you, Law?”
“No, just not my type,” he says simply.
I try not to take offense to that because why the fuck do I care if Law wants me or not. I change the subject. “Where did you share the video of Jamie?”
“WOS.”
My brows scrunch. “WOS? That’s not a word.”
He picks up his cell and unlocks it, then clicks on an app. “WOS, it’s an acronym for Walk of Shame. It’s an app where guys upload sex tapes. You can upload them anonymously or not. It’s your choice.” He holds up his cell to me. “Want to watch something? They’ve got anything you could possibly think of.”
“No thanks.” I take a step back from it.
He smirks. “I figured you’d be into porn, little doll.”
I snort, looking at him down my nose.
He reaches out, grabs my arm, and yanks me onto his bed, lying on top of him. “Law …”
His free hand comes up, and he slowly runs his knuckles down my throat, cutting off any protest I was about to give him. My hands are on either side of him, my legs straddling him. I can feel his dick underneath his thin basketball shorts. I hold my breath to keep from moaning. “I bet …” He tilts his head to the side, his tongue coming out to run across his top lip. The action reminding me of what his mouth did to me last night. “That if I tied you to my bed, turned on some porn, and forced you to watch it, you’d be soaking wet, doll.”
I swallow at the visual he describes. He has a way of telling you exactly what he wants. Like there’s never a situation he hasn’t thought through.
“Hmm?” His eyes meet mine. I’ve never realized how beautiful they are. A soft blue framed with long dark lashes. They bore into mine. “I bet you would beg me to fuck you. Again.”
My eyes narrow on him, and I slap his chest. He pushes me away, laughing. I stand to my shaking legs and growl as I storm out of his room, slamming his door shut behind me.
Fuck, I hate him!
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I find myself going back downstairs, hungry after all. I think that’s why I have this pounding headache. Woke up hungover and didn’t have lunch. I need some food before I call it a night.
I set my open backpack on the counter in the kitchen just as Lisa walks in.
“Good evening, Henley.”
I groan under my breath. She’s always so happy. A ray of sunshine. “Evening.” With a nod, I open the fridge, looking around for something to eat, and come up with some yogurt. It’s not steak and potatoes, but it’s something. Closing the door, I see her standing by the island with a notebook in her hands, looking down at it. I see my bag open and notice it’s mine. “Hey!” I snatch it out of her hands.