Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 50620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
This is not mine.
How did I get it?
I moved to Will’s side of the bed with my dress balled in my hand and saw the same gold band on his finger. The wedding last night. It was Mia and Ethan’s, right?
I sort of remembered Elvis and Will and even more drinking. But why was no one else there? No teammates, no Ethan and Mia. They would have been at their own wedding. But no… I would never marry Will, drunk or otherwise. I could not even stand his ass most days.
The room was a mess, clothes and blankets strewn throughout. A string of condoms were on the floor among a few open wrappers. At least we remembered to use protection. That was a relief.
A few moments came back to me in flashes, hot and wild moments even my drunken brain could not forget.
Will pushes me into his room with his hand on my back. He grips my hips and slams my butt down on the desk. A lamp crashes to the floor. He shoves the phone and books on the table beside me onto the carpet, making room for himself between my thighs.
He tugs on my panties, and the thin fabric rips as he strips them from my body in one fell swoop. His eyes travel up and down my hot flesh, lust and anger scrolling across his face. A wild look flickers in his blue irises. It’s carnal and intense.
Will traces his fingers down my thighs, pressing his hard cock against me. He fists my hair in his hands, his breath heating my earlobe.
“I want to hear you say it.”
His fingers rub my wet slit, teasing me.
“I hate you… but I want this,” I moan. “I want you.”
I gasped at the memory, afraid to allow my mind to go back through all the details of the night we spent together. His lips on my earlobe, those passionate kisses that made my body hum to life. Will made me feel higher than any drug, more alive than I had ever felt.
We got drunk.
We got married.
We had really dirty sex.
I blushed ten shades of red at the memories of Will on top of me, below me, staring up at me from between my legs.
It was hot.
He was even hotter.
But I promised myself a long time ago I would stay away from him. That I would never fall for his tricks or his charms. The media called him Romeo for a reason, though he was more like Casanova.
Sex we could do no problem.
A relationship, marriage, definitely not.
Until six months ago, we’d hated each other with a passion. We couldn’t even be in the same room without wanting to claw each other’s eyes out. But we set aside our differences for his sister.
I still didn’t like Will. He was arrogant, annoying, frustrating, and overbearing. He was used to getting what he wanted, when he wanted it. And for a while, he wanted me.
Moving backward from the bed, I accidentally bumped into the desk and knocked a bottle of water onto the floor. The crash woke Will from his slumber. He opened his eyes, blinking a few times before he looked up and noticed me. His gaze flicked up and down my body, then to his long, hard cock that was ready to play.
He smirked, like he wanted a repeat.
Yeah, not happening.
We were good in bed, but not much else. Will and I would never work in any romantic sense. We had nothing in common, never agreed on anything. It was a constant power struggle.
Will tipped his head toward his morning wood, a cocky smirk in place.
“Like that would ever work on me, Romeo,” I chided.
“You’re so mean.” Will patted the space beside him. “Get in bed, Elsa. Let me thaw the ice from your frozen heart.”
“I’m not an ice queen.” I shook my head. “And this never should have happened.”
“Well, it did. Deal with it.” He sat up, his stomach muscles stretched so tight you could bounce quarters off them. “Why were you hovering over me? Plotting all the ways to kill me?”
I wanted to laugh. Under different circumstances, I would have.
“No, I’m plotting how to get rid of you.”
He narrowed his eyes. “You’re in my hotel room, babe.” Will flung out his hand toward the door. “If you want to leave so bad, I won’t stop you.”
I studied the ring on my finger and sighed. “That’s not what I’m talking about.”
Without another word, I turned on my heels and rushed toward the bathroom with my dress and underwear in hand. Will whistled as I walked away, commenting on my ass. Damn him. As I stormed off, leaving my dignity and sanity somewhere on the floor with my heels.
I wished I’d left before the asshole had woken up. He drove me crazy. Knew how to push every button.