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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This was why he had broken into my house—I paused for a moment. He’d broken into my house, and I was on my way back into my kitchen for my coffee, like this was completely normal. “Seriously, after everything last night, you broke in, to ask me about Jackson? Get out before I throw a knife at you.”

“I swear to God, woman.”

He started across the kitchen, and I clutched my coffee mug, ready to throw it at him. But something about the desperate look in his eyes made me stop. “Why do you care if they’re friends?”

“Because Harford is a piece of shit.”

“Of course. He’s Barrington, and we’re all pieces of shit, aren’t we? Get out.”

“Goddammit, Drew. He’s...” He dragged his hands through his hair. “Fuck, Jackson. Max is a piece of shit, and if you give a shit about Nora, you need to tell her to stay the hell away from him. And so do you. Stay the fuck away from him!”

Nora? Since when did he give a shit about Nora? Something twisted in my stomach because this seemed so much more than jealousy. “Really, Bellamy? You hate her.”

Frustration was written all over his face. “I don’t hate her, but even if I did, no girl deserves the shit they do.”

“Great. Well, I have zero interest in Max. I’ll be sure to tell Nora.”

He stood in the doorway, glaring at me. Jaw ticcing and nostrils flaring. “And I wouldn’t trust Bennett, either.”

And there it was, the jealousy he couldn’t hide. Him, Jackson, that girl... it all had my temper bubbling over. I held up my hand. “I’ve known Jackson a damn site longer than you. So, if you’re done, you can go now.”

“I swear to God, they do anything to you—or Nora,” he backed into the hall. “I will fucking kill them. And that’s a promise, not a threat.” Then he stormed off. Seconds later, my front door opened and closed, and I stood there, completely dumbfounded.

How far did his jealousy go?

I was in the living room, watching his car pull off when the house phone rang. The police were checking to see if everything was okay, and while I told them it was, it most definitely was not.

I cleaned the shards of glass from the foyer floor. Of all the things for Bellamy to come over here for—that bullshit. No, "I’m sorry for being a whore and making it known that I used you” Just lies and bullshit. Typical.

I dumped the glass into the garbage, took my coffee to the living room, and turned on morning TV that I paid no attention to. Halfway through an episode, I texted Olivia to apologize for making a scene the night before. She didn’t seem bothered, and the only advice she gave me was: Bellamy West is the guy you screw, and as long as I could keep it just that, no harm, no foul.

No problem there... At least that’s what I told myself.

I binged watched three hours of Sex and the City before the back door clicked open.

“What happened to my car?” my dad yelled before the door slammed shut. His heavy footsteps echoed through the house, then stopped. “Drucella! What the hell happened to my car?” He stood in the living room doorway, his face blood red.

“Uh, about that…” I bit at my lip.

“I said you could use it for emergencies!”

“You left for three days. I ran out of Push-Pops. What do you want me to do, starve?” I was definitely going to give the man a heart attack before he hit retirement. “And before you ask, someone hit it in the parking lot.” Someone being Bellamy’s empty car, and parking lot being the street around the corner. Just the thought of it had the burning anger rising again. “Sorry,” I said. I did feel a bit bad for trashing his car, but he had insurance that would pay out. That and he'd been an asshole to me ever since he wouldn’t believe I hadn’t cheated.

“Sorry? Sor—” He rubbed a hand over his chest. “That is not the damage of someone backing into a car at a grocery store, Drucella.” His face reddened. “That looks like it was sent to a demolition derby!”

“I don't know what you want me to tell you. I found it like that.”

“I’m so sure.” he pulled a set of keys from his pocket and tossed them to the sofa. “Your new car is in the drive. I made sure to order one that shouldn’t cause you issues.” He rubbed at his chest again. “Care to tell me why the house got broken into, again?”

“Well, you did send your daughter into a school full of lowlifes. Might as well just broadcast the fact that you have money and they don’t. They trashed my car. The house got broken into. Twice. Coincidence?” And it was all Bellamy.


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