Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
Kids?
“I know, baby, I know. You know I love you and our kids. You know that I would see you more often if I could. I’ll come see you this weekend. I promise,” he stated, embracing her once again.
I wanted to turn away and run directly into my mom’s arms to tell her everything. She needed to know. I couldn’t fathom how she would react. I watched in horror as he passionately kissed a woman I had never seen before. A woman I hated and never met. I couldn’t get my feet to move from the goddamn floor. My whole life, everything I believed in came plummeting down as if it were nothing. As if I were watching a horror movie.
The world didn’t stop moving… the ground didn’t crack open… and time didn’t halt. Everything proceeded just as it always had.
Then why did I feel like I was dying?
I closed my eyes and turned away when he started unbuttoning her shirt. It made me sick to my stomach knowing he was going to have sex with her.
In our home.
I opened my eyes to start walking away, and there before my very own eyes, was Landon, looking exactly in the direction that I had turned from. I had forgotten he was with me.
“Please, get me out of here,” I whispered, trying to hold back the tears that were screaming to be let out.
He grabbed my hand, looking every bit as devastated as I felt and walked me through the house and to his car. I vaguely remember him talking to me; I couldn’t process my thoughts or emotions. It was like I was in shock and couldn’t get my mind to work.
The only thing I could think about were the lies. It wasn’t just one; it was hundreds…
And it all started and ended with…
I love you.
“Brooke, Brooke, baby, can you please say something? You’re starting to scare me,” I heard his voice say, and even though he was right in front of me, it sounded like he was miles and miles away; it echoed at me.
“Make it go away…” I murmured loud enough for him to hear.
“What? What can I do?” he asked, looking around at his bedroom as if the answer was magically going to appear. I had no idea how we even got to his house.
“Just make it all go away…”
“Brooke, how? What do I do?” His voice seemed calm, but his appearance said otherwise.
“Kiss me…”
His eyes widened. “Brooke—”
“Please…” I begged.
His eyebrows lowered and he sighed in defeat. He slowly and cautiously grazed my cheek with his fingertips, and that’s when I realized I had tears streaming down my face.
“I’m so sorry, baby. I’m so sorry you had to see that.”
“No more talking… just be with me… touch me, Landon.”
He licked his lips and leaned in to kiss me. The second his tongue touched mine, it turned into its own moment, its own creation, its own world. Our mouths did a sinful dance of push and pull; he gave me what my mind and body so carelessly craved. His body fell forward and mine backward, my legs spread open and he readily lay in between, placing all his weight on his arms that were displayed to the sides of my face.
He kissed me like he was trying to save me from my own demise, as if he was trying to erase the last hour of my life, and he wanted to take away the hurt and pain that we had both witnessed firsthand. I didn’t know if I wanted to hurt him or love him, I didn’t know if I wanted to cry or laugh, I didn’t know anything anymore.
The only thing I knew to be true was in that moment, in that hour, in that second… I wanted him. I wanted all of him. I wanted his kiss, his touch, his taste, his movements, his love and adoration to be just mine and only mine. I reached the hem of his shirt and he let me, pulling it over and away from his body. The warmth and velvetiness of his skin made my sex clench and my stomach flutter.
He did the same to me and I was left in nothing but my bra and panties. He leaned back and admired my body, his eyes devoured me in ways I couldn’t comprehend or understand. I didn’t know if I was too young or just too wounded, but I knew that I loved having him look at me like that. I never wanted him to stop making me feel like I was the only girl in the world. I had never had that before and suddenly, I didn’t know if I could ever go without it.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Brooke,” he groaned to the side of my neck as he placed soft kisses down to my cleavage and then toward my nipple. He removed my bra in one swift movement and tossed it aside, leaving me much more exposed than before.