Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 64640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
“I know you like it…” I say it nervously, “rougher.”
He smirks, reaches for my tit, and pinches my nipple. “We can work you up to that in due time.”
“What if I don’t want to? What if that is my limit?” I bite my lip as I wait for his answer.
“Then that will be fine,” he says matter-of-factly.
“But you like that shit,” I insist.
“I like you. Would I prefer to fuck you like my good little whore? Yes and no. I’m honestly just happy to fuck you. To have you. Do I want to hurt you? No.”
“But you did hurt me,” I tell him.
“No, I scared you. There is a difference. You came, or did you forget?”
I know he’s right. But still.
His phone rings, and he groans as he sits up and reaches for it on his side of the bed.
His. Ha. Never thought I would think that.
“I’ll be there.” Zuko hangs up, stands, and grabs some clothes.
“Where are you going?” I ask as I pull a sheet over my still-naked body. I watch as he pulls off the cock ring, and I smile at that movement.
“Stop looking at me like that or I won’t be able to leave.”
I smile even wider. He groans and continues getting dressed. “I’m going to see Pops,” he adds.
“Can I come?” I ask, sitting up.
“Are you sure you want to?”
“He’s your family, and I think I should try to get along with him.” I rise from the bed and pull some clothes out of a drawer, then go into the bathroom. I use the toilet first and wipe before I dress. When I’m ready, I find him waiting at the door with my phone and bag in hand. I lean up and kiss his cheek, and he grabs my ass in return.
“You know I’m not moving out, right?” he says, closing the door. “Since you burned my house down and all.” I can’t help the laugh that bubbles up in me. As soon as we get to his car, I freeze. Standing next to it is Sarah with her arms crossed over her chest. She spots me and smiles, but when she sees Zuko, her smile dies.
“I came to apologize,” she whispers.
Neither of us say anything for a while as she stares at the sidewalk but then her eyes find mine. “I didn’t…” Zuko moves in close to me and Sarah raises her hands.
“Jeff always pitted us against one another, told me you were his main girl. Then he would fuck me and tell me how amazing you are. It made me hate you even more,” she admits dropping her arms to her sides. “Anyway, I’m leaving. Going to Europe and hope never to return. I just wanted to say sorry.”
I remain silent.
She waits for me to reply, but I have no words for her.
I hate the bitch.
It was her choice to be a cunt, not mine.
She hated me from the moment she met me, and so now I don’t care what she has to say.
Zuko leads me to his car and opens the door. Sarah watches, still waiting. When I get in, and he shuts the door, he walks around to the driver’s side, says something to her, then climbs behind the wheel.
“What did you say?” I ask.
“That she better run far away,” he answers without hesitation.
With a deep sigh, I reach for his hand and hold it in mine. We stay that way the whole drive to Pop’s, and when we arrive, we stroll to the door hand in hand. Pops opens the door and gazes down at our hands, then at me, before his eyes lock on Zuko.
“You brought company?” he asks.
“Yes. Do you intend to let us in?”
After a beat, Pops steps aside and lets us in.
“Maybe she can go outside with the girls while we talk,” Pops suggests.
“Or not,” Zuko counters, not letting go of my hand.
Pop’s jaw twitches at his words.
We follow him into his office and Pops sits behind his desk. His large leather chair does nothing to diminish his imposing frame.
“Kyson wants to leave,” Pops states. I stand there, not sure what to say or if I should say anything. “Did you know?”
“Has he told you this?” Zuko asks.
Pops shakes his head. “No, he was mumbling, and I overheard him talking to Kenzo.”
“Let him be, then,” Zuko tells him.
Just then, Pop’s girlfriend—plaything, maybe—walks in, holding a glass of wine. She smiles as she approaches.
“Zuko, you brought your sweet friend again. It’s so nice to see you,” she greets.
“If you call burning a house down sweet, I’m sure that’s what she is.” Zuko smiles.
I cough and cover my mouth.
“She what?” Pops asks, incredulous.
I step away from Zuko, who gives me a playful look. “So, what are you drinking?” I ask Pop’s girlfriend. It’s a terrible attempt to change the subject and everyone knows it.