Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 83927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
My eyes widen, terror gripping me. “What are you doing here?” I demand, trying to pull my elbow free, but it’s no use. He’s too strong for me to fight off. I glance around, hoping to catch someone’s eye. Maybe I could scream, but I know for a fact that will only make things worse.
As if reading my mind, Brett smirks down at me. “Try it. I dare you, but you’ll fucking pay for it when I get you home. I promise you that.”
Chapter 1
Danielle
“Get up,” I say, grabbing the edge of Sophie’s blanket and ripping it off her bed. As the chilly air rushes her body, she gasps and squints into the morning light, her left tit half hanging from her sleep shirt.
“What the hell, Dani?” she groans, turning to check the time on her bedside table as she reaches for her blanket and attempts to pull it back up. “It’s barely six thirty in the morning.”
“Nope, sorry, Soph,” I say, fighting the blanket back off her. “You said you were going to start working out with me. It’s a new semester and we’re starting it right.”
She digs her face into her pillow. “Fuck off.”
I steal that too and get an odd satisfaction out of the way her face bounces off the mattress. “You promised,” I remind her, giving my best puppy dog eyes and knowing damn well she can’t resist.
Sophie glares at me, and I wait a moment, the seconds ticking down until her resolve finally breaks. Her lips press into a hard line before she lets out a frustrated huff. “Fine,” she grumbles as she forces herself into a sitting position. “But you’re buying me breakfast after.”
“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” I grin, feeling as though I’ve just accomplished the impossible. “Trust me, you won’t regret it.”
“I’m already regretting it,” she murmurs under her breath, her heavy pout only making this so much better.
Turning on my heel, I laugh and make my way out of her room to give her a bit of privacy. Not that she’s ever needed it. “You’ll be thanking me when you’re rocking the hottest bikini body on campus,” I call through our paper-thin walls.
“I already have the hottest bikini body on campus, you bitch.”
Heading into the kitchen, I grab our water bottles out of the fridge before taking a seat on our couch. Waiting for my roomie to come striding down the hallway, I get busy tying my laces, and a few minutes later she emerges, looking much more awake as she pulls her long blonde hair into a messy bun.
“We’ll take my car,” she says, striding to the front door and pinching her keys off the hallway table.
I shake my head, knowing this isn’t going to go down well. “Uhh . . . no. We’re walking.”
Sophie’s face drops as she turns to glare at me. “You’ve got to be kidding. It’s the first day of the semester. Are you trying to kill me?”
“Don’t be so dramatic,” I tell her, joining her near the door to check my reflection in our hallway mirror. “It’s only a ten-minute walk. It’ll give you a chance to wake up properly.”
Sophie lets out a frustrated huff. “I wouldn’t need a chance to wake up properly if I was given the chance to wake up when I was good and ready,” she grumbles, taking her water bottle from me and tossing it into her bag.
I’ve lived with Sophie and Jared for the past four months in a beautiful little cottage-style house, which we rent for next to nothing. Seeing as though each of us only hold part-time jobs, we consider ourselves pretty damn lucky. Most college kids around here are paying double what we do, but fortunately for us, Sophie has a killer rack and knows how to work it.
Pushing out the door, we walk the ten minutes it takes to get to the Denver campus gym and swipe our student passes to gain access. After getting through the oversized entrance, we head straight to the lockers and throw our things in.
Sophie turns and studies the gym as I dig through my bag for my AirPods. “Wow,” she purrs. “It’s a sexy sausage fest in here.”
I smirk, knowing she’s currently living the dream. “Yeah,” I laugh, closing up my bag and shoving it back into the locker. “Why do you think I come?”
Soph laughs and leads the way over to the small floor space where we sit and stretch for a few minutes before our workout. “Are you ready for your classes?” she asks as she reaches for her toes, trying not to make a face at the stretch in the back of her legs.
“I think so,” I tell her. “I’m pumped for our communications class. That should be crazy.”
She nods back at me with the same enthusiastic smile. We’re both in our last year of college and are in a few of the same classes this semester, including the communications class. Sophie is working on a degree in journalism, and I must be out of my mind trying to get through a degree in media and communications while minoring in a photography course on the side, but it’s worked out for me so far. A lot of our studies go hand in hand, which is how we became such good friends.