Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
“It’s just so good.”
I blink because this is not what I was expecting. She stands, eating ice cream as he spoon-feeds it to her. His muscled back is to me, but I can see her clearly, watch her mouth open and wrap around the spoon, so much so that it’s almost pornographic.
“Hi,” I announce, not knowing which is worse, me saying a lame Hi, or the fact that they’re sharing ice cream.
“Oh, hey, babe.” Mel gives me a mischievous wink as I try to get my shit together enough not to completely humiliate myself by throwing something at his back. The jerk hasn’t even missed a beat, he just keeps feeding her spoonfuls as she laughs.
“Can I speak to you?” I smile tightly at her.
“Busy,” he grunts out, and I swear to God, I’m biting my tongue not to scream, I wasn’t talking to you, you narcissistic jerk.
“Mel. Now.” I jerk my head to the hallway as she frowns over his shoulder at me.
“Really?” She stares at me, like she wants me to leave.
“Yes, it’s important.” My voice is dripping sarcasm with a side of unbridled annoyance.
“Jesus Christ…” He turns and takes a bite of the ice cream as his blue eyes narrow on me.
“Is princess feeling left out? Do you need Daddy to feed you ice cream too?” He jabs the spoon into the top of the pint, and there goes my face. Since I started working with him, I don’t even bother wearing blush anymore because he’s so horrible I’m constantly flushed.
“You couldn’t pay me enough money to let you feed me anything,” I spit out with so much venom, Melanie stops licking her lips and slowly moves away from Ammo.
“Um…you know what, I’m just going to…” She smiles at him, as his eyes dip to her hard nipples, then back up to her face.
“Yeah, I’ll be right back…don’t eat all that, Daddy.” She throws him the most blatant fuck-me look, and I arch a brow, challenging him. Let him give someone else herpes, I’m saving my friend, even if she doesn’t want to be saved.
“What are you doing?” she sings as I grab her arm and speed walk us to the other room.
“What are you doing?” I point back at where we just left. “Ammo is not what you think he is. He is vicious, a bully, a perfectionist, and he fucks anything that has a vagina,” I say all this so fast I’m actually getting lightheaded.
“Jesus, Court, calm down.” She dips down so that she can look at me eye level.
“First, breathe…second, you love me, and I love that.” She straightens and throws her arms around me, her fresh perfume reminding me that I’m a mess.
I pull away so she can see my face. “Mel, I’m not kidding, he will use you—”
“God, I hope so. I need to be used so badddd. Like, fucking rough, and dirty.” She growls and moves her shoulders back and forth.
“Oh my God. He’s a pig, though,” I state.
“He’s fucking hot. And nasty, but don’t worry, you can have him—since I can tell you want him.” She sighs dramatically, pushing her hair off her shoulders. And all I can do is stare at her before I either laugh at how insane that is, or cry because no, just no.
“You’re kidding me, right?” Feeling my face growing warmer.
“No. I’ll bow out, it’s fine.” She squeals as I grab her arm to pull her farther away from the recording room.
“Melanie. I cannot stand him. Do not get confused on this. I’m merely trying to warn you, and consider yourself warned. So, if you want that walking STD, then by all means, go back into the kitchen. I think there’s still an imprint on the refrigerator where he fucked the delivery girl yesterday.”
“Okay, you need to relax. And get laid yourself, because all this…” She motions with her hands. “Is not healthy—” I go to open my mouth to respond, but her voice gets louder.
“Now. I’m getting ready to get on a plane and go to Hong Kong for two weeks for that shoot. That should give you plenty of time to sort this out. And give me some credit, I wasn’t going to fuck him today, you can’t give it up that easy.” Her eyes just stare at my hair that’s pulled up into a messy bun that I know is leaning less into the cute messy bun phase and more into the I haven’t bathed in a few days phase.
“Well, you do whatever you want. I was just trying—” My hands instinctually lifting to try and fix up the rat’s nest that resides on my skull.
“I know, you keep saying that.” She pushes my hands away, as she pulls down my hair then fluffs it, which is ridiculous since it’s been up all day and has got to be wild looking.