Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 67324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Briella nods, and hooks her arm through mine, and we walk out. I need something to take my mind off what just happened, and alcohol seems like a valid choice. We head to the bar, and order a vodka and orange each before sitting on bar stools. Briella turns to me and her eyes are soft, concerned. “Are you okay, honey?”
“I’m fine. Everything is just chaos at the moment, but I’m fine.”
“If you don’t feel safe, you do not have to go back in there. They’ll find another way . . .”
I shake my head. “I have to go back in there. I have to finish this.”
She nods. “You’re strong, Waverly. Stronger than me, I swear!”
I laugh. “I doubt that, honey. Hey, is Mykel here?”
Briella nods, and looks around. “He might be out back.”
“Mind if I go find him?”
She wiggles her brows. “Go for it.”
I finish the rest of my drink and walk through the big groups of people, looking for him. I don’t find him out back, or in any of the living areas, so I go into some of the rooms. I find him in the second room down, and what I see him doing has my stomach flipping and my whole body coming to a complete standstill.
He’s leaning against a pool table, pants down, arms crossed, and there’s a woman on the ground in front of him, on her knees, sucking his cock. For a moment, I can do nothing but stare in complete horror as her head bobs up and down. He’s got his eyes closed, his jaw is tight, and the very sight of it makes my heart feel like it’s going to explode. It hurts so much.
I didn’t expect that I’d feel something for him, not after everything, but seeing him right now just proves that I was wrong about that.
I care far more than I realized.
Just as I’m about to turn and rush out, his eyes open and meet mine. For a moment, we just stare at each other. I don’t know how to react. I don’t know what to do or what to say. Our eyes remain locked, and I let my feelings burst forth. “You’re a pig.”
I turn and run out, my whole body about to erupt in a fit of emotions I don’t understand. I make it halfway down the hall when a hand wraps around my upper arm and I’m pulled to a stop. I spin around and angrily, I see Mykel standing, jeans still half undone, his face tight. “What the fuck was that?” he demands, his voice rough and husky.
I hate that.
I hate it because it means it felt good.
Knowing that makes me want to scream.
“Get away from me,” I snap.
“What, I repeat, the fuck was that?”
His voice is harsh now, demanding.
“Go fuck yourself, Mykel. If you were going to use me, you could have at least warned me first.”
I shove at him so hard he stumbles backwards. My small body might not have a lot of force, but when I put all my might in, I can make someone move. I shove him, and then I do it over and over again, hitting his chest until he lashes out and before I know it, I’m slammed against the wall, his hand around my throat.
I’m completely stunned and shocked as he leans in close, so close his mouth is almost touching mine. We’re both panting, both wild with rage. He’s hanging onto me tightly, but not tightly enough that I lose oxygen. He’s completely silenced me in this one movement, completely rendered me voiceless. He bares his teeth in rage and growls, “Have you lost your fucking mind?”
“Does anything that happened between us mean something to you, or were you just using me for a bit of sex? Because I sure as hell thought it was a bit more than that,” I spit, reaching up to grab his wrist as my breathing becomes a little labored.
He leans in even closer, growling, “I never claimed that we were anything. Not fuckin’ once. I told you after the first time it was once, and then you came back. You asked for me. You fuckin’ wanted to sample another taste.”
“You never said no!” I cry. “You were sharing things with me! You made it seem like it was worth something. If it wasn’t, you could have made that clear. You could have warned me you’d be sticking your dick in other people while sticking it in me. You’re a god damned asshole!”
“I promised you nothing. Not once. If you wanted prince fuckin’ charming, then you were lookin’ in the wrong castle.”
Oh my god.
“You’re so broken,” I whisper, shaking my head. “So fucking broken.”
“Yeah,” he snarls, letting me go. “Yeah, I am. Don’t act like you didn’t fuckin’ know that.”
With that, he turns and strides off.