Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 141251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
I narrow my eyes. The bitch, throwing my own words back in my face.
The boys chuckle and Spencer holds his hand in the air. Seb instantly high-fives it. “Boom.” Spencer smiles. “Take that, Masters.”
“Fuck off,” I snap and storm towards the door.
“What the hell are you doing?” she whispers angrily as we burst through the doors, out onto the courtyard.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“I’m out having fun. What does it look like?”
“You’re on a date? I can’t believe you.”
“You told me I was being too needy.”
I put my hands on my hips angrily, my ears burning with rage. “I thought we had something.”
“So did I.”
“Then what are you doing?” I whisper angrily.
“Trying to get over you.”
“What? Why?”
“Because you don’t want what I want.” She snaps.
“What is that?”
“A friendship.”
“We’re fucking. Of course we have a friendship. Have you gone mad?” I swear, I’m about to lose my shit.
“I want you to talk to me.”
“I am talking to you.” I growl as I run my hand through my hair, completely exasperated.
“Why are you acting like this, Julian?” she whispers.
“Because I can’t stand the thought of someone else touching you.”
“Why?”
“Because you belong to fucking me,” I admit, losing control.
She raises a brow and smiles softly, all while I glare at her and struggle to catch my breath.
I can’t believe I just said that.
We stand staring at each other - me with my hands on my hips and my heavy, panting breaths. Her looking relaxed and serene.
“Everything okay out here?” my stupid friend interrupts.
“Fuck off, Spence,” I shout without looking his way.
“Okaaaay then.” He turns and walks back inside.
“What’s happening between us, Julian?” Bree asks.
I stare at her, helpless.
“Don’t tell me that you don’t have feelings for me, because I know you do.”
I scowl, confusion and pain written all over my face. “You don’t know shit.”
“Then what is this?” She gestures to me. “Why are you acting like this if you don’t give a fuck?”
I clench my jaw.
“I know you care for me, Julian. Save us some time and just admit it.”
I drop my eyes to the ground.
“You can either man up and take me dancing now, or you can go and be with your friends for the rest of the night, and I’ll go back to dance with Thomas.” She slides her hand underneath my suit coat and around to my behind.
“Don’t threaten me, Bree. You won’t fucking like me when I’m angry.”
“I like you however you come.” She smiles sexily.
“Witch.”
She rises up onto her toes. “Do you want to know a secret?”
“What?” I say as I kiss her quickly. I’m still mad.
“I like you, too.”
I bite back my smirk. “Let’s go home.”
“Nope.” Her tongue sweeps over my lips, and my cock twitches in appreciation. “Let’s go out. I want to dance with my man.”
An unexpected thrill runs through me at her calling me her man, and I lick my bottom lip, my eyes holding hers. “Then let’s go out.”
We walk out of the art gallery and text our friends to let them know we are leaving.
I open the door of my car and she glides in, leaving me to run around to the driver side and get in beside her.
She puts her hand on my cock as I start the engine, and I inhale sharply, trying to reverse out of the car park.
The adrenaline is still pumping through my body.
“Julian.”
I glance over at her.
“Drive it like you stole it.”
I drop the clutch, hitting high speed in first gear, and I glance over to her. “Then, I’m going to fuck you like I hate you.”
She laughs a husky laugh, and for the first time in a long time… I feel alive.
After a hot and heavy make-out session in my car, we stumble into a bar half an hour later. It's small, out of the way, and there's a lady singing a Lady Gaga tribute song, putting on a whole show. Bree walks to the bar and leans over it, resting on her elbows.
“What will it be?” the barman asks.
She smiles mischievously and looks up at the drinks board. “We’ll have four tequilas and four margaritas, please.”
I frown over at her but all I see are her eyes dancing with delight. “Let’s get fucked up.”
“Oh no,” croaks a scratchy voice. “Jules.”
Huh? My eyelashes flutter as I try to open my heavy eyelids.
The room begins to spin, and nausea rolls my stomach. “What the fuck?” I whisper. My voice is hoarse and barely there.
I look around to find we are on the living room floor. Bree looks over at me and giggles. I frown and put my head back down on the carpet with a thud. “Oh… my God. What the hell happened?”
She gets up slowly, resting onto her elbows.
Just the sight of her has me smile “Look at you,” I say.
She looks down at herself, and then back ever to me. “Oh no.”