Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 126096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
“Shut up,” he grumbles, grinding against me again before squeezing my breast. “I think I understand the beauty of tits now though. These things are so soft and squishy.”
“Alright, perv. Time for the big finale.”
“Big finale?”
I roll my eyes. “Haven’t you watched any romantic movies? You’re going to have to lift me onto the hood of your car, step between my legs, and take control in a big way.”
“No fucking way. You’ll scratch my hood.”
“You want to sell the straight story, then act like a straight guy.”
“For fuck’s sake.”
Within the blink of an eye, Milo’s hands slip under my ass and he lifts me onto the hood of his car. His hands fall to my thighs and he pushes them wide before stepping between them and lining his dick right up with my center. He grinds against me as his hands find my jaw and force my face up to his.
He kisses me deeply and holy hell, it’s fucking hot.
I shouldn’t be turned on but damn. This boy has skills. I’m sure if he was straight, he’d be as much of a man-slut as Charlie. I wonder what he’d be like in bed …
No. Ocean. Do not go there. Milo is off-limits. This is already pushing the friendship.
He pulls back and looks down at me as though I’m the most desirable woman he’s ever had the pleasure of looking at. “Was that the big finale you were hoping for?”
I grin up at him. “Damn straight. You nearly gave me a big finale there.”
His face drops. “Tell me you’re lying.”
“Sorry,” I say with a shrug. “What can I say? You were grinding all over my lady bits like a damn pro. Hell, Charlie didn’t even get me that close so fast.”
“Okay,” he says, taking my waist and helping me down. “I need to get in the car so I can hurl in private.”
He walks me back around to the passenger side door and as we go, something has me looking up. The crowd of pissed off homophobes has vanished without a sound, but there are two sets of eyes staring at me, one filled with a look of pissed off jealousy while the other just looks turned on.
I tear my gaze away. At least I know our little plan worked. If Charlie and Colton are fooled, then I’m damn sure that the rest of the school is too.
I drop down into the Aston Martin and soon enough, Milo is pulling into the driveway of the Carrington mansion. He comes to a stop in front of the mansion and after thanking me for acting like the whore they all think I am, he drives off, leaving me to race up the stairs and get stuck into my homework. After all, the quicker my homework is done, the sooner I can get to work, and the sooner I get to work, the more I’m able to get paid.
After racing to the top of the stairs and struggling to catch my breath, I barge through the big double doors and come to a screeching halt when I find Harrison standing at the door waiting for me. He looks down at his watch and then back to me. “Miss Munroe. You are due home from school at promptly 3:45 pm. It is now 4 pm.”
“Ah, I see you’ve discovered time. Congratulations.”
I go to keep walking but he stops me. “Homework can wait today,” he says, making my brows draw in confusion. My homework was the one main certainty that ensured I was able to work. “You are to meet with Maryne immediately in the dining hall.”
“What? Why?” I question, going over everything I’ve done since being here and trying to work out where the hell I fucked up. There’s only one reason why my presence would be requested like this and that’s if I was about to get fired. “I haven’t done anything wrong. I've been a perfect employee. I don’t even scowl at Colton when I’m working.”
Harrison sighs, looking frustrated at having to explain himself. “You are not in trouble Miss Munroe, however, your version of being a perfect employee varies from my version. You’ve been satisfactory at best.”
I cringe and look up at him. “Then what’s going on?”
“Mr. Carrington has been called to attend a business meeting in the Maldives for two weeks. He will be leaving on Sunday morning. Due to …”
“The Maldives for two weeks?” I scoff, cutting him off just because I know how much he hates it when I do. “That hardly sounds like a business meeting to me. Sounds like he’s going on a spontaneous vacation with some money-hungry gold digger and if you were to ask me, it’s probably that cousin of Spencer’s. What was her name again?” I pause a moment before it comes rushing back. “Oh, that’s right. Jacquie Vanderbilt. Did you see what those two were getting up to at the black and white party? Though, he did suggest that he’d only just met her so I guess it may be someone else …”