Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 131728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 527(@250wpm)___ 439(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 527(@250wpm)___ 439(@300wpm)
We just need more time.
Stop overthinking and enjoy it.
Just because our relationship isn’t textbook doesn’t make it mean any less.
Time. It’s just a time thing. I know he feels this connection too.
I drop my shoulders as I give myself a pep talk. It’s fine.
I make my way back to the others to find them laughing and talking. They actually get along great; they’re the ones that should be dating. I glance back over to the bar, where Henley is waiting in line, and I move over to the corner out of sight of the others so that I can watch him uninterrupted.
He towers above everyone around him. His thick dark hair is messed to perfection, and those black jeans hug his perfect ass. Broad shoulders, perfect posture, and a jawline that could cut glass. His skin is olive and tanned.
My eyes roam up and down his body as I drink him in.
I’ve never known anyone like him before: so attractive yet, like a mysterious quicksand, so unknown. It’s the weirdest thing. I know him, but I also know that I haven’t even scratched the surface of his personality.
He has this depth to him that I can’t explain, an underlying darkness from within.
I’m not sure what it is or where it comes from or if it even truly exists. I mean, it could be a figment of my imagination. Just because he hasn’t met the right woman doesn’t mean he’s necessarily damaged.
“Hey,” a voice says from beside me, interrupting my spying.
“Blake.” I smile as he kisses my cheek. “Hi.”
Blake looks like he just stepped off a GQ magazine shoot: tall, with sandy hair and shoulders for miles. How are these men all friends?
“This is Sienna and Mikayla.” He introduces me to two beautiful women who are standing beside him. One has long blonde hair and is wearing a strapless tight black dress. She’s absolutely beautiful. The other one has long dark hair and is voluptuous and curvy. She looks like she walked straight out of Pornhub. Fuck . . . so hot that I almost want to do her.
“Hi.” They each shake my hand with a smile.
“Hi,” I squeak.
Did he bring these girls with him, or did they just run into each other? I need all the intel for Chloe.
A familiar voice sounds. “Hello, Juliet.” I glance over to see Antony.
“Hi.”
He smiles and stands his ground. Antony is shyer than the other boys. Dark hair and handsome European features, and he has the most beautiful smile.
“This is Rena.” He introduces me to a beautiful girl with dark curly hair.
“Hello.” I smile.
“Hi.”
“Do you want a drink?” he asks her as he puts his hand on her behind.
Okay, they are definitely together.
She says something to him that I can’t hear, and then he kisses her quickly before heading to the bar. I watch him disappear to the bar. Henley catches sight of him and laughs as he says something.
“This place is pumping,” Mason says from beside me.
Ugh . . . please, go away. I really don’t have the mental energy to play along tonight. “It is.” I smile. I glance over to see Blake kiss the blonde girl while he’s holding the brunette’s hand; he then turns and kisses her.
What the fuck?
They share him.
Oh hell, now I’ve seen it all.
Blake heads to the bar, too, and I watch him chat with Henley and Antony. He says something, and they all burst out laughing. What the fuck are they talking about?
How great it is to have a menu selection of combination vagina?
Ugh, seeing Blake with those two girls boils my blood.
Fucking men are all dickheads.
“We should totally dance.” Mason smiles sexily.
“Or not,” I reply as I take out my phone. I have to call Chloe. “I’ve got to take this.” I hold my finger up to Mason as I walk toward the doors to find a quieter place to talk.
“Hi,” Chloe answers happily.
“Oh my fucking god,” I whisper in a rush. “Blake Grayson is here with two women.”
“What do you mean?”
“He was kissing one while holding the other one’s hand, and then he started kissing her too.”
“What the fuck? He’s a gangbanger?”
“Looks like it.”
“What’s happening?” I hear someone say in the background of Chloe’s phone.
“Blake is tag teaming two women tonight, and I officially hate all men.”
“Who’s that?” I ask.
“I’m with Rebecca. We are in the drive-through at McDonald’s.”
“Where’s John?”
“One guess,” Chloe mutters dryly. “Working late.”
“I’m so off him.” I roll my eyes. All men are legitimate assholes this weekend. “Henley is being a dick, too, and Mason keeps trying to talk to me because he thinks we are on a date. This is one big fucking disaster.”
“What’s Taryn doing?”
“Looking fucking hot,” I snap.
“Taryn’s looking hot,” Chloe tells Rebecca.
“Of course she is,” Rebecca replies.
“Ugh, I have to go.”
“Are you sure Blake is with the both of them? Maybe one is just his girlfriend’s friend or something.”