Smut Read Online Karina Halle

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Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 116362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 582(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
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I roll my eyes and take a gulp of my wine. “I pick the wine.”

She twists in her seat to face me, studying my expression. “I’m surprised you’re this upset.”

“I’m not upset,” I reply testily. “I’m angry.”

“That’s called being upset, Amanda. And really, the question is, why are you angry? You knew he was like this. I mean, he’s been your nemesis until recently.”

“I think I liked him better when he was my nemesis,” I say into my wine. Hating Blake was a lot more fun in some ways. At least I didn’t feel hurt when he slighted me, just annoyed.

“People never change,” she says, reaching for the sliced chorizo. She offers it to me but I shake my head. She goes on. “I mean, not really. It’s not like I actually saw him hitting on them, it was mainly his friend, whom I’ve already nicknamed Johnny Utah.”

I glance up at her sharply. “What are you talking about?”

“The other day,” she explains between chews. “It was Blake’s Point Break friend that was hitting on them. He made the googly eyes and head nod and pelvis thrusts before he went and sat with them while Blake stayed behind and got a beer bath.”

I try to form words. “Are you serious? Why did you tell me it was Blake?”

She shrugs. “I don’t know, what’s the difference? The point was, he’s pissed off a lot of waitresses at that bar. I was by the window, inside when it happened and I heard quite the mouthful from some of the girls. They were actually clapping.”

I rub my lips together, trying to think. The copious amount of wine is finally hitting me and thinking is getting harder. “He told me he was going out with them.”

“Look, I’m not a psychic, I don’t know what happened. But the fact is that Blake is a fuckboy you should never fuck and I’ve got daddy issues now and so the two of us are better off in here, with each other, getting drunk.”

I eye her dryly, knowing very well that she’ll be leaving this place with someone and it won’t be me.

Half an hour later, I’m right. She’s slowly applying pale lip gloss to her lips and looking over at three guys by the bar. The cutest one, slim, tall, tattoos, is going wild with eye contact. Another one, a trim beard and big arms, waves at her. Man, they’re forward.

“Do you know them?” I ask her.

She grins slyly at me. “Dated them both. Not at the same time though but it’s the same circle of friends.”

This doesn’t surprise me but still. “What?”

She shrugs and flips her crazy hair over her shoulder. “You want to meet men, go hang out at the marina bars. Those guys with boats sure know how to use their hands. They rigged me up six ways from Sunday. Once again, not together,” she pauses, running her tongue over her teeth. “Though who knows tonight. Why don’t you come over and I’ll introduce you? You know you need to get laid.”

“I’m not having any part of your exes or your orgy.”

“The other guy might be single.”

“I’ll pass.” I sigh and bring out my phone to call a cab and leave her to this wicked web she’s spun. “Please don’t bang two exes at the same time or I’m going to get confused.”

She wiggles her fingers at me. No promises.

With my cab on the way, I make my way to the door, a light rain coming down and making the brick alley shine in the night. I look back at Rio inside who so easily sits at the bar with her exes and smiles like she doesn’t have a care in the world and wonder why it can’t be that easy for me.

I blow a wayward strand out of my hair and walk down the street to catch the cab.

“Good luck today,” Ana says to me before she darts off to her school. “If you need his balls ripped off, you know who to call.” She makes a clawing motion with her bright pink nails and heads out the door, her makeup case in tow.

I nod, wiping my brow on my sleeve. After waking up with an aching head and knowing I’d have to see Blake today, I went for a long run along the water, trying to get out my frustration. I’m exhausted now but still have this uneasiness in my stomach that I’m really hoping doesn’t translate into me getting sick. The last thing I want is to puke in class. Or, really, ever again.

I haven’t spoken to Blake since yesterday, nor have I texted or emailed him and he’s responded in kind. Because of this I know that class is going to be completely awkward and I have no idea whether I should address what happened or not. I mean I’m sure other classmates blow off their assigned partners too from time to time but this just happens to feel so personal and I’m not sure why.


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