Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 116535 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 583(@200wpm)___ 466(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116535 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 583(@200wpm)___ 466(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
“Well, well, well.” Smirking, Randy propped his hip against the doorjamb and folded his arms. “You know, I heard there are some interesting pictures of you floating around. Apparently you have one hell of a rack.”
Ugh. “The pictures were photoshopped, Randy,” she said, like she was speaking to a small, clueless child. “My keyboard warrior struck again. He’s a petty little fucker. Has no balls. Which is why your face popped into my head.”
His brows lifted. “Hang on, you now not only think I sent you all kinds of messages and hacked into one of your social media accounts, you think I created fake porno pics of you?”
She gave him one of her haughty, superior looks, knowing they pushed his buttons. “Well, it would be stupid of you to do so. But it feels like almost every time I see you, you do or say something stupid. As if it’s some sort of compulsion with you. Could even be a medical issue. You should really look into that.”
“You know, you are one stuck-up bitch.”
Smiling, she gave him a thumbs up. “Why thanks, fan.”
“I have no clue why Camden likes having you around.”
“Something to do with my dazzling wit, no doubt.”
His mouth flattened. “You know, I’m not even convinced that anyone spammed you on social media. I think you made that up and convinced Camden it must be me, because you wanted to get back at me for confronting you at the center. That’s the kind of sly shit you’d do. You might have Camden fooled, but I see you for what you are.”
“Fabulous and irresistible?”
“A cruel, cunning, selfish bitch who ruined her supposedly best friend’s happiness just because she could.”
“Aw Randy, when it comes to your opinion, I could swallow ten boxes of laxatives and still fail to give a shit.”
His hand clenched the edge of the door. “You need to get the fuck gone from here.”
“You haven’t even asked how Camden’s doing. How rude. Then again, you see him at the center sometimes. Although I hear he never talks to you. You know, I knew the first time I met you that he wouldn’t keep you around long.” She wrinkled her nose. “You were too clingy. Too possessive. It was off-putting even for me, and I wasn’t the one sleeping with you.”
“You wasn’t the one sleeping with Camden either,” he taunted. “That was me. You hated me for that, didn’t you? Still do. Because you want him for yourself. Yeah, I saw it. Well, you’ll have a real hard time getting what you want. There’s no way that man’s bi. He might have slept with a couple of women, but I say he did that out of curiosity—I did it once myself. Camden is gay. He’ll never be interested in you as anything other than a friend.”
Ignoring the way her chest squeezed, she hummed. “Weird, then, that my living with him bothered you so much.”
“I knew you’d do exactly what you later did—try to come between me and him. Well, you succeeded. He wants nothing to do with me.”
“So you thought you’d fuck with me keyboard-warrior-style?”
“Oh no, you are not pinning this on me. If you want to pretend those pics are fake, you do that. But don’t be pointing the finger at me to make your bullshit claim more believable. Oh, and if I were you, I wouldn’t be too smug that you managed to turn Camden against me, because you still don’t have him. He’ll never be yours.”
Her bearcat sniffed, totally of the opinion that Camden was already hers.
Randy smirked again. “I hope you don’t think you’ve managed to hide your crush from him. Me and him laughed about it. He thinks it’s cute. I think it’s pathetic.”
“And I think you’ve told enough lies for one day,” said Camden, coming out of his hiding spot, his glacier blue eyes so bitterly cold she almost shivered.
Randy’s smirk fell from his face. “Camden,” he breathed.
Havana and Bailey moved behind Aspen, silent pillars of support.
Running his gaze along them all, Randy snickered. “Oh, I get it. You three waited to see if I’d confess anything to her. Well, I didn’t, because I have nothing to confess. I didn’t do shit.”
Pissed to all hell that the asshole had again tried to hurt Aspen by spouting a load of crap, Camden reminded him, “You said that same thing to me when I asked you why the fuck you’d get in Aspen’s face.”
Back then, the guy had weirdly seemed shocked that Camden would even care. Either Randy hadn’t understood her value to Camden or the dumbass had overestimated his own value to him.
“I didn’t get in her face—”
“Now, see, you’re doing it again. Lying. It seems to come easy for you.”
“Before you start acting all innocent, Randy,” began Bailey, “I was there when you yelled at Aspen at the rec center. I heard everything you said to her. Multiple people did.”