Vanished Hearts Read Online Jenna Rose

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Novella Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 61867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
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She aims an accusatory finger straight at me and glares angrily. “I know where you’ve been,” she snarls. “You’ve been at that whore house taking your clothes off for all those men!”

Christ, how does she know about Jaguars?

She must have heard me on the phone with Eliza, talking about taking the job there. Probably snooping, listening through the door to my bedroom. As if I’ve ever given her reason not to trust me. Nope. That was my dad, and now my mom doesn’t trust anybody, including me, the one person in her life who she can still rely on.

“Whore house? Really, Mom?” I exclaim, pushing past her. “So I guess that makes my friend a whore?”

“Well if the shoe fits, honey.”

“Shut up, mom,” I reply, shoving open the door to my room. “I am not in the mood.”

I pull out my cell and dial Eliza. There is no way I can stay here tonight. I can already tell.

I shut the door in my mom’s face and hear her slap her hand against it.

“Not in the mood? Well excuse me, everybody! The queen is back, and she’s not in the mood!”

I close my eyes and try to keep my cool as the phone rings.

Come on, pick up. Pick up!

Just when it’s about to go to voicemail and I’m about to hang up, Eliza answers. I can hear music and voices behind her.

“Hey, girl. What’s up?”

“Are you at the club?” I ask.

“Yeah,” she replies, sounding annoyed. “Pulling an afternoon shift before my evening shift. What’s up?”

“Shit,” I groan.

“Why? Problem? Do I need to come kill Jameson for you?”

“No.” I smile. “I just—I’m at home and I was hoping I could come over for a bit. My mom’s drunk and in one of her moods again.”

“I’m so sorry, girl. I’m gonna be here until late, but I can have Jen let you in if you want to just go over and hang out for a while.”

“That would be great,” I reply, letting out a deep sigh of relief.

“Going back to Jameson’s isn’t an option right now?” she asks, a hint of suspicion in her tone. I hesitant before answering, choosing my words carefully.

Should I explain to her why I left his place? Am I even able to?

“Not right now. He’s working and I don’t want to bother him,” I lie. “Plus, it’s a little early for me to just be moving in with him, you know?”

Eliza laughs. “Oh, is it? I thought you two lovebirds would be shacking up by tomorrow from the way he was spinning you around like he’d just found his new bride. But yeah, I get you. Go over to my place. I’ll text Jen and have her let you in.”

“Thanks, Eliza. I owe you.”

“Damn right you do,” she replies.

Chapter 13

Jameson

What the hell just happened?

I can’t stop replaying what the events that led up to Iris basically storming out of the house, right after we’d just had the most incredible, intimate sex and were lying in bed in each other’s arms.

It couldn’t have been the fight back at Becky’s. I had nothing to do with that. I didn’t instigate it, and I let Chad and his buddies go outside without laying a hand on them. I even let them smash my car’s windows in and didn’t do a thing until they made a move toward Iris. Only then did I step in and get physical. It was her safety that I was concerned about. And I couldn’t care less about my car. Not if it meant putting Iris in a dangerous situation.

She clearly wasn’t that bothered stitching me up either. In fact, that seemed to have turned her on. She handled it well, and we were on our way to fucking in the bathroom when Eliza showed up on her crusade to make sure her friend hadn’t been kidnapped by some horrible man from the club. Very admirable.

We made love, and it was absolutely incredible, and it was only after I mentioned that I was fine with her ending up pregnant that she got upset.

I thought she was kidding when she made that comment about me not having asked if she was on birth control and us barely having gotten to know each other again. How could she possibly be serious about that? Sure, we’ve been separated for several years, but that doesn’t just negate all the time we spent together prior to that—the bonding we did before my dad tore me away from her.

And she barely even reacted when I told her I wanted to pay for her college tuition. I thought that would at least get some kind of reaction out of her. She always wanted to get out of this town and go to Boston and pursue her medical degree. But nope, she just said that was “nice of me” and got up and left. She didn’t even wear any of the clothes I bought for her.


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