Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32618 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 163(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32618 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 163(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
He reared his arm back and chucked the fucking thing across the room. It slammed against the wall, shattering. He stood there for several seconds listening to his rapid breathing, feeling like he was going to morph into some kind of fucking insane beast.
What he needed was a fight or maybe to go find the guy who had kissed Gillian.
Yeah, that would make him feel a hell of a lot better.
No, don’t make this worse than it is. She probably already hates me for going ballistic on the bastard.
“You fucked up,” he said to himself right before he growled out and turned, slamming his fist into the wall behind him. Plaster crumbled under the hit, and he looked down at his hand.
He uncurled his fingers, seeing blood and drywall flakes covering his flesh, the cuts scattered around his skin.
What he needed was a lot more pain and violence than this.
Chapter
Twelve
Gillian pulled the cell away from her ear and looked down at the screen. After a second, she disconnected the call. She’d tried getting a hold of David since he left her standing there in the parking lot shocked as hell.
And although he didn’t answer, she just knew he was avoiding her calls.
She sat on her couch and stared at the black TV screen, her body confused, her thoughts running wild. Gillian had tried to take Gerald to the hospital because she thought his nose might have been broken.
There was a lot of blood, but he’d adamantly told her no. He’d been angry, so angry that his entire demeanor had changed. Gillian couldn’t blame him, though. David had come out of nowhere and hit him hard enough it had knocked Gerald on his ass.
The shock she felt had taken over her entire being, had her frozen in place, and unable to even think clearly for several moments.
David had always had this hard demeanor about him. It was this aura that had others taking a step back because he seemed dangerous. But after the incident with Brian, David had changed. He became darker, his attitude more distant, more cautious.
But he’d always been kind, gentle even with her, as if he thought she might break.
But tonight, he’d been someone else, had something powerful surrounding him she’d never seen before.
I’ve never seen someone so angry, with a look of rage in his eyes tangible enough I felt it.
Leaning forward on the couch and bracing her elbows on her knees, she thought about what in the hell she was going to do. The truth was, she should be terrified of what she’d seen tonight from David.
Actually, she was more shocked than anything. She’d felt horrible about what happened to Gerald, and even though she’d wanted to help him, he’d been furious, pushing her away hard enough she had to brace a hand on the side of the car to steady herself.
He’d stormed off, blood trailing from his nose, and curses flowing from his mouth.
She’d tried talking to him because heaven knows, if something like that happened to her, she’d be so confused and angry she probably couldn’t have seen straight. But Gerald hadn’t even wanted to look at her.
Maybe he thinks it’s my fault? Maybe he thinks because of what David did I am to blame?
Exhaling loudly, she listened to the clock ticking down the time. She should stay here, not worry about what David was doing, because he clearly wanted to be left alone. But she couldn’t ignore this, couldn’t ignore what she was feeling.
He’d shocked her, but she found herself turned on all in the same breath.
Picking up her phone, she tried calling Gerald once more, just to make sure he was okay. But when his voicemail picked up, she disconnected the call. Staring at the now black screen, she didn’t even bother trying to call David again.
“Screw it,” she said and grabbed her purse off the coffee table, shoved her phone inside, and pulled her keys out. She wasn’t going to just sit on how she felt and let David ignore her. He wouldn’t let her get away with this shit, and she wasn’t going to let him do it, either.
It was only a twenty-minute drive to where he lived, and whether he liked it or not, they were going to talk about this.
The car ride to David’s place had Gillian feeling nervous, jittery, and not knowing what in the hell was going on or what was to come. She should not feel anything but confusion and a bit of fear over what she witnessed tonight, but instead, she felt this anxiousness to see him.
She was slightly turned on, a fact that confused her even more, and had her feeling a little bit of self-disgust. The man she was deeply in love with had hurt someone tonight. There hadn’t been any provocation, but she replayed what David had said to Gerald before he’d turned and left.