Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 139870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 699(@200wpm)___ 559(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 699(@200wpm)___ 559(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
“No. Not nice,” I throw back at her before shooting my glare at the douche across the table. “You can’t just go and give me a car. Do you have any idea how freaking insane that is?”
His lips press together as he shrugs a shoulder, not caring about my objections in the least. “Too late, Jade. It’s done now, but what’s the big deal? It’s not like I went out and bought one like I wanted to. All I did was have one little piece of paper transferred into your name. Besides, It’s not even this year’s model, and It’s not like you hadn’t already claimed the car as your own anyway. You’ve put more miles on it than I ever did.”
My eyes widen in horror. “Holy shit, you’re right. I didn’t even think about that. Did I devalue the car or something?” I panic, beginning to worry about how I’m supposed to make up for that. I mean, I already owe him so much after he shrugged off my father's diamond thieving debt and released me from being owned by his family.
Colton scoffs as Cora and Casey laugh at the show. “Seriously, Jade,” Colton says. “Stop panicking about it. It’s nothing. Just forget you even saw the registration papers. I won't even pick you up on it when you call it my car.”
“Have you gone out of your mind? Do you actually get how crazy this is? You’re not Oprah. You can’t just go around giving people cars.”
He sucks in a breath through his teeth. “Well … whoops. I guess I kinda did.”
I glare at him as Casey looks back at me. “Seriously, girl. It’s really not a big deal. I saw the car he was actually thinking about getting you and let me tell you, if you feel like shit about this, then you would have really hated that. I mean that car …. damnnn,” she says, glancing back at her brother. “I mean, if the offer is still on the table, you could always get it for my birthday.”
“No fucking chance. Buy your own damn car,” he grumbles, smirking as he looks back at me. “I figured if I bought you one, I would have been in a lot more shit than I’m already in.”
“Uh, yeah … you would have been right about that.”
He shakes his head, deep in thought. “I still feel like it’s not enough though. What else do you want? I have a great diamond dealer. Do you want jewelry? A ring, necklace, matching earrings? Just name it.”
“I …” I shake my head. “I can’t even with you right now.”
He shrugs his shoulders again and winks. “Well, I'm already in shit, so I might as well go ahead and do it. I’ll call my guy in the morning.”
“I swear, Colton. Call your guy, and I can promise that I’ll shove your phone so far up your ass that you’ll never get it out.”
“Ocean,” Mom shrieks in horror, her eyes wide. “Apologize immediately. I didn’t raise you to talk like that.”
I groan and push up from the table before walking around to Colton’s side. I drop down into an extravagant curtsey. “My king, I sincerely apologize for my appalling behavior. You have my word, next time, I'll threaten you in private.”
Colton takes my hand and tugs hard until I fall into his lap. His arms wrap around my waist, and just when I think he’s going in for a hug, his arms lock around me like a tight vice. “Quick,” he says to his sisters. “Give me all your rings. We’ll size her before she gets away.”
“NOOO,” I screech, but it’s too late. Colton holds me down as the twins rush in, pulling all the rings off their fingers and jamming them onto mine until they find one that fits perfectly. Cora grins at her brother proudly before handing it over. He takes it from her and slips it into his pocket with a smug as fuck smirk across his face before finally letting me go.
“You’re an ass,” I tell him, shaking my head and hoping to god that this is all just his way of screwing with me. I can only imagine the kind of jewelry a guy like Colton would be purchasing, and I really can’t accept that. It would be insane.
I get back to my feet, and as Colton goes to take another bite of his half-eaten dinner, I slip his plate out from under him, making sure to narrow my eyes in the process. “I’m assuming you’re done with this,” I say, taking his plate to the kitchen counter to be washed up, trying my hardest not to smirk as he glances up and stares at me with laughter in his eyes.
“Is that really the game you want to play?” he questions, watching me strut back to the table.