No Good – Dayton Read Online Stevie J. Cole, L.P. Lovell

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: ,
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Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 113837 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
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Wolf blew out a cloud of smoke. “Bet her rich daddy pulled all kinds of strings.”

And it was like the lightbulb came on. That had to be exactly why Drew hadn’t gotten expelled. Her dad was that big of a dick that he pulled strings to keep her in the shit school just because it was the shit school. That was on a whole new level of rich prick assholeness.

“Wonder if she’s got a rich mommy who wants a boytoy.” Wolf chuckled before taking another puff.

“Probably…”

“Dude.” Wolf slapped a hand over the rickety table. “Why aren’t you more pissed?”

“I am pissed.” He had no idea how much, because it cost me a night inside Drew’s tight little pussy.

“Bullshit. You’re staring off into space with this…” His lips curled with a hint of disgust. “This look.”

I pushed up from the table, rounding the counter to grab a coke from the fridge. “I don’t have a look. I’m thinking.”

“About fucking her or fucking her up? Because…” He glared at me for a moment, toking on his joint. “Had anyone else been throwing baggies of weed out like Santa on his Christmas float, you would be pacing the kitchen, mumbling.”

He was right, so I started pacing. “I am pacing.”

“You like her!”

“Shut up, man. I don’t fucking like her.”

“Hendrix!” Wolf shouted. “He’s pulling a Zepp.”

I heard the controller smack the wall before Hendrix barreled into the kitchen. He grabbed me by the shirt, and I shoved him away. “Don’t give in to the pull, you cocksucking weakling. These girls are like Medusa, and they suck you into their cold, stone eyes filled with hate and then. Bam!” He clapped his hands in front of my face. “They got you by the dick, dragging you around, making you buy them jewelry and getting you sent to jail.”

“She already sent him to jail.” Wolf lifted a brow.

Hendrix narrowed his eyes at me, a sick smirk covering his lips. “At least Zepp got pussy and some blow jobs before he went to jail.”

I grabbed an empty beer can from the counter and chucked it at Hendrix, pinging him in the head before Arlo bolted through the doorway.

“What’s a blowjob? And did Zepp take the pussy to jail? I wanna see it! What color is it?” Arlo ducked underneath the table, assumedly looking for the cat he thought Zepp had. “Come here, kitty.”

Both of the guys were doubled over, cackling. I grabbed Arlo and pulled him out from under the table. “They don’t have a cat, Arlo.”

“But, the pussy was definitely orange.” Hendrix snickered. “Its name was Red.”

I jabbed him in the shoulder, mouthing shut up before I grabbed my brother, threw him over my shoulder, and carted him up the stairs to the bathroom.

“I wanna go back downstairs.”

“You gotta take a bath.” I took a towel from the hall closet.

“I’m not dirty.”

“Yeah. You are.” I plugged the drain, then turned the taps, hopping up onto the sink while the tub filled.

Arlo stripped out of his clothes, throwing them all over the place before climbing into the bath. “I wanna sleep with Spike tonight.”

“Spike?”

“Yep. Spike. The horse with a sword on its head.”

Over his donkey he’d slept with since he was two? That was some serious shit. Evidently, Drew’s charm could screw with the head of a six-year-old’s just as easily as mine.

“You know her, right? Can you send her a thank you text?”

My jaw set. “No.”

“Why not?”

“Because.”

“It’s the nice thing to do, Bubba.” He splashed his hands through the water.

Of course it was. But I wasn’t nice and neither was she.

After the water reached the top, I turned off the taps and went back to the sink. If I didn’t stay in the room, Arlo would either not wash himself or drown.

I scrolled through my phone, ignoring the need I felt to send Drew a thank you text until I couldn’t any longer.

Me: Thanks for the Push-Pops and the horse with a horn on its head.

Me: That’s from my brother.

Me: I still hate you. X

Baby Girl: He’s cute, and his taste in popsicles is outstanding. Hate you too. x

And the second I smiled at her message, I went into my contacts and changed her name to Medusa.

15

Drew

I managed to make it another day of ignoring my dad’s calls, texts, and emails before he inevitably turned up. And holy shit, he was mad. Any other time I would have delighted in it, but the nervous eye twitch made me tread carefully.

“Suspended. Twice! Dealing cannabis. Your car…” He took a deep breath, rubbing a hand over his chest as he paced across the kitchen. Was he having a heart attack?

I sat at the breakfast island, clutching a bottle of water in front of me while I watched him. There were times when I pushed my father and times when I didn’t. Had I actually managed to get expelled, I’d be smug as hell right now. But I’d failed, and that meant he still held all the cards.


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