Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
“No,” I laugh before launching to my feet and holding up a hand, trying to explain just how tall and broad he is. I tell her about his dark, intense eyes and how every time he looks at me, I become captivated by his stare. By the time I’ve finished explaining just how sharp his stubbled jaw is, she’s demanding that I go home and fuck him for real.
We order another round, and by the time those are finished and we’re well and truly drunk, Nat has convinced me that going out with Alex is somehow in my best interest. Her new friend, Sullivan, wanders over, and when he shoves his tongue down her throat and she melts into his arms, I decide that perhaps it’s time for me to make my way home.
Making sure that Nat is alright and certain she’s going to go home with this guy, I grab my things and head to the exit, swiping away the new notifications from Crew, demanding to know where the hell I am, and trying to search through my apps to book an Uber.
Nat has always been sure about what she wants, which is the only reason why I feel so comfortable leaving her here. If she were anyone else, I would have dragged her out by the hair. But not Nat. She’s a free spirit and likes to fuck, whether she’s drunk or sober, or if there’s one partner or four. She’s a live-for-the-moment kind of girl, and I love that about her, but I’m not going to lie, sometimes, she worries me. Tonight is not one of those nights though. She knows what she wants and she’s not going to stop until she’s completely satisfied.
Stepping out into the street, I keep my gaze down at my phone. The street is busy with a lot of people from the bar spilling out and others trying to find their way home. Hell, it’s just as noisy out here as it was inside.
I try to shuffle back away from the crowd, leaving them space to keep partying while I try and figure out a ride when a man steps into me. “The fuck are you doing out here by yourself?” a familiar tone rumbles over me.
My gaze snaps up to Viper, and I can’t keep the stupid grin off my face. “You don’t think I can handle myself?”
His gaze narrows on mine, studying my eyes as though trying to commit them to memory. “How much have you had to drink?”
“Enough to know that standing in front of you isn’t supposed to be good for my health.”
“Shit,” he says, pressing his lips into a hard line. “How are you getting home?”
Flipping my phone around, I show him my screen, midway through trying to book an Uber. “Working on it,” I tell him, just as another angry text from Crew appears on my phone. I grit my teeth, and before I can pull my hand away, Viper takes the phone and opens the string of notifications.
Crew - Fuck your girls’ night. Come to my place.
Crew - The fuck, Ky? You ignoring me?
Crew - Where the fuck are you?
Crew - Missed call.
Crew - Missed call.
Crew - Answer my fucking calls. Where are you?
Crew - We fucking talked about this last night. Call me.
Crew - Are you fucking kidding me? Is this all because of the bullshit that happened at the shop today? You’re all pissy because I don’t want you fucking every guy with a pulse? No girl of mine is going to whore herself out, Ky. You’re mine. That sweet little cunt belongs to me.
Crew - Missed call.
Crew - It’s past two in the fucking morning. Why the fuck aren’t you home yet?
That last one grates on my nerves. How the hell does he know I’m not home, and judging by the look in Viper’s eyes, he’s wondering the same damn thing. He shakes his head and exits out of my notifications before locking my phone and stepping around me, sliding it into the back pocket of my jeans. “Come on, I’m taking you home.”
I scoff. “You and I both know that’s not a good idea.”
“Kyah, you’re fucking drunk. I’m not about to take you home and fuck you blind when you can’t even walk in a straight line,” he says. “That’s Crew’s specialty. Not mine.”
“Huh?” I say, my brows furrowed. I start shaking my head, not liking where this is going. I mean, I know I might have let it slip that something happened between me and Crew, but I don’t like the insinuation that he took advantage of me. “What are you talking about?”
“Last night, Ky. You got drunk at that dive bar across the street from your apartment and let him touch what’s mine, and the second you turned your back and walked out with that other asshole, he couldn’t fucking wait to brag about it.”