Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
I hear the grin in his tone. “Yeah, you are.”
Ugh. I can’t handle him.
I finally get the door open and have to clench my thighs to avoid wetting my pants. “What do you want? I need to pee,” I say with a groan, letting on just how desperate I am.
His brows furrow as he looks up and down my body. “Did you just get out of bed?”
“Umm, yeah. That’s generally what people do in the morning.”
“Morning?” he laughs, barging past me into my home. “Dude, it’s like three in the afternoon.”
I turn and gape at him as a mix of horror, confusion, and surprise takes over me. Not only did I sleep well, but I slept in? That’s just unheard of. “Bullshit.”
“Swear to God,” he says, dropping down on the couch that Slade was only on last night. He gets himself comfortable, puts his feet up and reaches for the TV remote as I stare at him, gaping like a moron. “What do you think you’re doing?”
His eyes flick up to me as though I’m some kind of irritating fly that just won’t go away before focusing back on the TV, grinning as he finds a Lakers game. “I thought you had to pee.”
“I do,” I say, “But what’s that got to do with you making yourself at home?”
“We’re chilling today.”
“The hell we are.”
Damian’s whole head rolls as dramatically as possible as he turns to look at me. “Would you go to the bathroom? Your weird squirming is making me uncomfortable and I’d really hate to see you embarrass yourself with an untimely puddle.”
My jaw clenches. I’d love nothing more than to tell him where to shove it, but he’s right. If I don’t deal with this situation right now, there’s going to be a big problem.
I hurry off to pee and while I’m in the bathroom, I help myself to a quick shower and get myself presentable for the day. I take extra long just to be annoying and when I come back out, I find Damian spread out, shoes kicked off, and a pizza box open on the space beside him.
“What the hell is this?” I gawk, indicating to the pizza box.
He looks at me as though I’ve lost my mind. “Who watches the game without pizza?”
Realizing this is a losing battle, I give in and grab the blanket off my bed. I trudge out into the living room and curl up on the opposite end of the couch, making sure to steal a slice of pizza on my way past. “Ugh,” I groan, looking down at it. “Who gets olives and pineapple on pizza?”
He glares across at me, narrowing his eyes. “Don’t even start with me. Eat your damn pizza.”
I do what I’m told like a good little girl but find myself constantly looking up at him. “What?” he demands, not taking his eyes from this screen.
“Why are you here?”
He lets out a small sigh and pulls himself up on the couch before turning to look at me. “Because you have shitty taste in friends, so I’m doing you a solid and filling the position.”
“There’s no position open.”
He barks out a sharp laugh. “Trust me, there is. Maze ain’t good people. I’ve decided that I like you and she ain’t going to cut it. I kind of thought you’d figured that out after she was boning your man.”
I choke back a loud as fuck snort. “Slade’s not my man.”
“Really?” he laughs. “Ask him that, I’m sure he’ll have a different answer.”
“That’s bullshit and you know it. We’re just…I don’t know but I’m not his fucking girl.”
“So…” he says, suggestively, “then you’re down to fuck around?”
“You’re kidding, right?” I laugh. “I know you heard what my jackass brother let slip last night. You must be insane if you think I’m down for that.”
He gives me a knowing grin and I realize that he’s just messing around. “First off, your brother is a fucking ass and needs to be pulled in line. Secondly, you’re fucking insane if you think I’d touch you again. Cruz would have my balls for even suggesting it, but I’m still fucking thrilled you let me play around before lines were drawn. Though, I’m not going to lie, I’m a bit disappointed things didn’t get a little more exciting.”
“No lines were drawn,” I groan. “Me and Slade aren’t a thing.”
“I don’t know. You two need to have a conversation or some shit like that because the sexual tension between you two is fucking ridiculous. I feel sorry for the guy, his balls must be black and blue by now.”
An unladylike scoff comes tearing out of me. “I don’t think he has an issue there,” I comment as the image of Maze riding him flashes in my mind.
“Trust me, he hasn’t fucked Nessa since you showed up and Maze…that was just some stupid bullshit to get under your skin and from the way you ran out of there, it worked.”