Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 135792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Which was a ridiculous thing to pick on, because there was nothing wrong with Knox’s dirty blond mop. His hair barely reached below his ears, and he often wore it in the tiniest of ponytails. If he played guitar in some local band, Amanda would have been creaming her panties for him.
Liv was confident in his own charm, but only an idiot wouldn’t have realized that out of the two of them, Knox was the hot one. Liv was tall, knew how to talk to women, and made up for the gap between his front teeth with a sense of humor and cool tattoos. But Knox? He had those denim blue eyes women swooned over, long lashes, a bit of blond scruff every other day, and the lean body of a kickboxer.
Why would anyone cheat on him? Especially Amanda, who’d gotten together with Knox after a bad breakup, and told everyone who’d listen that Knox was her best boyfriend to date, and certainly better than her now-incarcerated ex.
Liv could swear this woman’s preferences changed every other week. And he was getting increasingly annoyed with her attitude. “You’re only saying this because you didn’t stick around long enough to try his barbeque. Only the people he really likes get to try his meat,” he said, shaking his head at her. “That’s not you.”
A dark cloud passed over her features, and she covered her breasts with a blanket as if to communicate her body was now off limits. Which was laughable, because if Liv wanted to, he’d get her to spread her legs for him in under a minute.
“Oh, yeah? Did you try his meat?” she asked with a provocative smirk.
Really? Was she trying to gay-shame him? He’d made her come three times just this morning.
“Sure did. He always saves the best piece for me. Jealous?” Liv said, wiggling his brows.
Amanda scowled. “You’re disgusting. I’m so sick of this. The keys are in the fruit bowl. Go pick up your boyfriend, but I’ll be expecting a good long fuck when you’re back, and he can plug his ears with old pizza if he doesn’t want to listen.”
Now that Liv knew she’d tried to manipulate him, that was definitely not happening. And at this point, even her pretty face and heart-shaped ass couldn’t make up for the attitude problems.
Maybe if she was gone from their lives for good, Knox would find it easier to forgive him?
“I’m afraid my dick won’t ever get hard again after this. No longer gold,” he added with an exaggerated pout and picked up the bowl of fruit. He shook the few apples and tomatoes out onto the counter, along with the keys.
Finally. Knox was surely cold out there this late into the night.
He shouldn’t be working construction for that piece of shit Vlad—who they called Vladdy behind his back—anyway. The job was hazardous and didn’t come with health insurance, since the pay was under the table, and fuck knew where Vlad’s cash came from. Amanda’s friend worked some kind of sex cam for Vlad, and she’d called him a ‘low-key pimp’, so it felt double dirty that Knox busted his ass for mediocre pay from the bastard.
All because he was desperate to leave their trailer park forever. He’d even said he wanted to leave Liv’s ass behind, but he couldn’t have really meant that. Their bad blood had only started after Liv got into Amanda’s pants. Leaving was a dream they shared, and that would never change. Girls came and went, but the two of them? They were solid. Their friendship was the end game.
Amanda opened her mouth to speak again, but he ignored her and stepped through the door adorned with an official F1 poster Knox once got from his mom after she won a bunch of money at the casino and went on a spending spree that got her into debt.
The late September air made him shiver as he headed for the old Subaru Impreza sedan he and Knox had been working on for the past two years. It was the pre-face lift model, with a flat hood that revealed the vehicle’s age, but when they’d first seen it in someone’s driveway, with a For Sale sign, its potential made both their hearts beat faster. They didn’t even need to discuss the purchase. Liv sold his new TV, Knox lent him the remaining sum, and on the very next day they picked up their new baby… which malfunctioned on the way home.
They’d changed out her guts since, added a rear spoiler, golden rims, then painted her with iridescent paint that changed color between purple and green, depending on the direction one looked from. Knox called the extravagant coat oil spill to make it sound more masculine, but to Liv it was scarab, which sounded way cooler anyway.