Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 16182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 81(@200wpm)___ 65(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 81(@200wpm)___ 65(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
Now I can’t see anything because his profile is set to private. I do see that he’s left the picture of us for his profile. Arya hands me a red Solo cup. Leaning in, she says, “They said it was a special punch.”
I look at her, pinching my eyebrows together. “I think the last thing we should do is drink this.”
She looks at me or, rather, glares at me. “Drink it. You need to let your hair down.”
“I think I let my hair down enough when I borrowed your shirt, which is two sizes too small for me.” I look down at the black T-shirt that fits me so tight and low, I think my nipple might accidentally slip out. I keep pulling it up, and she keeps smacking my hand away.
“Okay, ladies,” someone says from the other room. “It’s time for the main event.” Arya grabs my hand, walking from the kitchen to the living room where they have a coffee table that will be their “stage.”
“I hope you guys are ready for this. Not only is it a wet T-shirt contest, but we’ve decided to make it an auction as well. So, gentlemen, if you see something you might like”—he wiggles his eyebrows—“the bidding can start as low as a hundred dollars. And it’s all for a great cause. They need new flooring in their kitchen.”
“Oh, please.” I roll my eyes as the first contestant takes the stage. Mandy. Mandy, who has a white T-shirt on. Without a bra, of course. The emcee guy takes a pitcher of water and tosses it right on her. Not on her, on her tits, and the white T-shirt becomes completely see-through. “Well, I guess the water is cold,” I say as her nips perk out of the shirt.
“Okay, is anyone bidding?” he asks as she looks around, and a pout almost fills her face. “Come on, I can tell you that her rack is all natural.”
“Two hundred.” I look over at the front door and see John’s roommate, Noah.
“We have a winner,” the man says as he points at Noah. As he walks down the two steps into the main room, I see Austin and then John behind him. John greets a couple of people as he follows Noah into the room.
“The next girl is …” That’s the only thing I hear because it all happens in slow motion. The way he shakes people’s hands, the way he smiles at a couple of people, and then Mandy running up to him and wrapping her hands around his neck.
He quickly pushes her away with a scowl. Her face turns down into a pout, and I have to wonder if guys really find that look appealing. What is she, three? “I bought her for you,” Noah says as he slaps John’s shoulder. “You’re welcome.”
John shakes his head as Austin laughs and starts talking to Mandy’s tits while she twirls her hair.
“Where are you going?” Noah asks as he looks at the stage as Sabrina, who must be a double D, gets her white tank soaked, but she is wearing a bra. “Five hundred,” Noah says even before the emcee asks for bids, and Sabrina rolls her eyes at him. “Come to Poppa.” He opens his arms as she crosses hers over her chest to make sure no one sees her nipples. I duck behind the guy standing in front of me when I see John come my way, hoping like hell he doesn’t see me. But luck is not on my side because as soon as he passes by, his eyes lock with mine. He does a double take, stopping as people walk into him from behind. He steps out of the way to come stand by me.
“Dani,” he says with his lopsided smile. My heart starts beating again, and the butterflies start tingling in my stomach. He starts to say something else when Arya bumps into me from the back.
“We have to go.” She grabs my hand and drags me back to the kitchen. I look back and see his face go from a smile to a frown. I turn my head away because I don’t want to see his eyes hurting. The stinging in my own eyes start, and I know I’m two seconds away from a meltdown. “That isn’t moving on if you just talk to him at a party. You need to mingle.”
“I don’t want to mingle,” I finally say as we walk out the back door to the side yard. “I don’t even want to be here. I want to be at home eating ice cream as I cry over him.” I point back at the house.
“Really? Well, he sure looks like he’s moving on.” She points at the house. “He had no trouble coming here the day after you dumped him. Fuck, he had another girl’s lipstick on his neck.” She shakes her head. “Wake up, Dani. Guys are not in college looking for a wife. They are here to screw everything and anything they can till they leave and then settle down.”