Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 153268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 766(@200wpm)___ 613(@250wpm)___ 511(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 153268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 766(@200wpm)___ 613(@250wpm)___ 511(@300wpm)
He was jealous of me? Hadn’t seen that one coming.
“Yeah, life was just a piece of fucking cake,” I snarled.
“My dumb teenage self thought so.”
“So what, you want my forgiveness now?”
“No offense, but I really couldn’t give two shits about whether you forgive me or not. I want your understanding.” He pushed off the wall. “Mostly, I want you to be out of my fucking way when I court your sister. Because let me tell you—if I don’t get around you, you bet your ass I’ll get through you. Understand?”
My nostrils flared, and I stepped forward. Our pecs bumped into one another. “You have some nerve coming into my establishment, running your mouth like you deserve anything more than another sucker punch.”
Kieran met my gaze head-on. “I’ll allow you one more punch to get it out of your system. After that, I’m throwing fists too.”
It had been a long time coming. My entire adolescence, I’d wanted to beat the crap out of him.
I sent a knockout punch right into his abs. He folded, staggering backward, bracing himself against my desk. He pushed off the furniture, barreling into my side, tackling me with his shoulder to the floor.
“For fuck’s sake, Casablancas.” He planted a knee on my rib cage to paralyze me, grabbing me by the jaw and squeezing until it almost snapped. Shit, he was strong. And I was rusty, having avoided bar brawls since I’d gotten famous and my lawyers had told me each altercation was a potential seven-figure settlement deal.
“How long have you had a thing for her?” I caught his wrist and bent it, forcing him to follow my movement and flipping us so I was on top.
“Since I came back. I never paid attention to her before.” He pounced up, grabbing my neck and putting me in a headlock. We kicked and thrashed, each trying to get on top of the other.
“Is this a fucking pregnancy kink?” I growled. “You sick fuck.”
He plowed a sucker punch straight to my jaw. “Don’t reduce her to a fucking kink, you son of a—”
“Don’t complete that sentence.”
“Right. Zeta birthed my favorite human in the world. Better not.”
For whatever reason, I believed that he genuinely liked my sister. But that didn’t stop my fist from connecting with his mouth. His lower lip popped, blood running down his chin and neck.
“Goddammit. This is the second Givenchy coat you’ve ruined.”
“Stop being so damn punchable, and I’ll stop punching you.”
We were on the floor, bloodied and flushed, when I heard a knock on the door.
“Busy. Fuck off!” I snarled, trying to scratch Kieran’s eyes out.
“Fine, but we’ll have a real conversation about your attitude next time I see you!” I heard Cal on the other side.
“No. Wait.” I dumped Kieran’s limp body on the floor, scrambling up to my feet, stumbling to the door. “Wait. Don’t go.”
Kieran lay on the floor, shaking his head and chuckling.
I threw the door open. Cal’s big blue eyes flared at the sight of my beaten-up face. She peered over my shoulder, catching a glimpse of Fuckface lying in a pool of his own blood. Her mouth slacked.
“Don’t worry, Cal. This was a therapeutic session.” Kieran gave her a little wave behind me. “Everything is under control.”
“Completely consensual.” I forced out a grin. Shit, he had given me a black eye. I could feel it swelling. “Need anything, baby?”
I was calling her baby now, while my dick wasn’t shoved in one of her holes. Rhy was right: I was a goner, and the place I was headed to was right into a deep depression when she bailed on my ass.
“Hmm, I came in early to help Rhyland do some filing…” She trailed off, still looking unsure. “And ended up scrubbing puke off the toilet floor because Katie has food poisoning. Been doing that for thirty minutes.”
Who the fuck was Katie?
“Your maître d’.” Cal frowned, as if reading my thoughts. “She’s been working here since the day you opened.” Eh.
“Poor Dot.” I tugged her by the shirt, wrapping her in a hug. “Next time let me know and I’ll send someone else to clean that up.”
“Are you sure you’re okay?” She frowned.
“Never been better.”
“Cool. So…whose dick do I have to suck to get a margarita around here?” She sniffled into my shirt.
Kieran and I answered in unison.
“Mine,” I growled.
“His.” He swallowed. He scraped himself off my floor, limping his way past my door while keeping his distance from Cal. He was bleeding all over my engineered hardwood. “See you later, folks. Enjoy one another.”
Maybe Fuckface wasn’t so bad after all.
CAL
oBITCHuary: What’s your favorite fantasy?
McMonster: You, taking it from behind while I fuck you so hard against my chef station your pelvic bones almost snap.
oBITCHuary: Dirtiest fantasy?
McMonster: Same thing, but we accidentally spill lukewarm bone broth all over ourselves. That shit stinks.