Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 139803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 699(@200wpm)___ 559(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 699(@200wpm)___ 559(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
But I would not be sharing Vincent’s friend.
“I don’t know why the fuck none of us have noticed her before,” Axel complained.
I could. We tended to have eyes for women that showed off their assets and threw themselves at us. What I had seen earlier when she had been with Vincent was the complete opposite. She was in a pair of sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt, hiding that sexy, fine-ass body of hers.
I vaguely registered Vincent smacking Axel on the side of the head, but I was already hard again.
Fucking hell. Guess I was showering at home.
2
Meghan
* * *
I hissed out a breath through my teeth as I eased into my seat that Monday. I had pushed myself way too hard Sunday in the dance studio trying to perfect my dances. Vincent had been extremely hungover Sunday and hadn’t been there to help me, which I understood. The win for our football team on Saturday night had been huge as it was one of our biggest rivals.
But I knew he hated it when I trained without him considering I never knew when to call it quits.
Though, in my defense, this was my future on the line. I couldn’t afford to not practice.
I normally knew my body’s limitations, and I honestly did my best to try to make sure I didn’t push myself too hard yesterday, but after finding out from my dance instructor that the recruiters that had come Saturday night wanted to watch another dance before they made any kind of decision, I upped my game.
And now, I was slightly regretting it.
“Damn, you look like shit,” Julian commented from next to me.
I jerked my head around to stare at him, surprise coating my features. He was sitting in Vincent’s usual seat beside me. I gaped at him, blinking a couple of times, unable to comprehend that the God that was Julian Markos was actually sitting next to me. He smirked at me, making my heart skip a beat.
Fuck, he was gorgeous.
“Close your mouth,” he told me as he reached out and gently pushed my jaw shut using the knuckle of his index finger.
“What the fuck are you doing in my seat, bro?” Vincent asked as he took the seat on the other side of me that normally sat vacant.
“I wanted to meet your friend,” Julian bluntly told him, obviously not knowing—or not caring—how protective Vince was of me.
Vincent’s eyes flashed with anger. He hated guys talking to me after what had happened my freshman year of college. Vincent was extremely overprotective of me, especially when it came to guys like Julian.
“Her name is Meghan. You met her. Now fuck off,” Vincent ordered, not caring how rude he sounded as he spoke to his friend.
“Vince,” I called softly, drawing his dark eyes to mine. They softened slightly as they connected with my green eyes. “It’s okay.” I could handle Julian. Besides, I didn’t really think he was the type to rape a woman.
I swallowed thickly at my dark thoughts.
He clenched his jaw and narrowed his eyes in warning at Julian. Without a word, Vincent stared at the front of the lecture hall, a scowl settled on his features. I sighed. I hated that Vincent always worried so much about me. It was my senior year. I was okay. I hadn’t had a nervous breakdown in months, and I could actually talk to the opposite sex without wanting to throw up.
I had healed.
I winced when I moved to grab my notebook out of my bag. Vincent sighed as well, his eyes now on me, as well as Julian’s. Vincent scowled lightly at me as Julian stared at me with open curiosity.
“How hard did you push yourself yesterday?” Vincent asked me as he crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes narrowed at me.
I shot him a sheepish smile. He rolled his eyes, but his scowl stayed on his face. “It’s not that bad, Vince,” I tried to tell him, but Vincent knew me better than that. I would downplay a broken leg if it meant I got to dance.
“No dancing today,” he told me. I glared at him. “Tell your instructor that you need a rest day.”
I clenched my jaw, narrowing my eyes at him further, to the point they were slitted. Vincent only arched an eyebrow at me, silently daring me to argue with him. Julian leaned forward, drawing my eyes to him as he let his startling blue eyes meet mine. “I would just like to apologize for calling you a ballerina on Friday,” he told me, surprising me. Maybe he wasn’t such a jerk after all. He ran his eyes over me sensually, and I felt like he could see beneath my hoodie and sweatpants to the figure I hid beneath. I swallowed thickly as I tightly wrapped my hands around the end of my hoodie sleeves. I hated showing my body off for this exact reason.