Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 87573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
“My assistant can get you up to speed while I finish this, and then we can sit down later and figure out what exactly I’m going to use you for in this office. Understood?”
“Sure,” he said and then sulked from the office.
I watched him leave with a sigh. That was going to be a work in progress. And probably not a fun one.
The rest of the week was much the same with Colton. I shouldn’t have been surprised that he wasn’t going to suddenly and miraculously turn into a good worker. He was a hard worker at least. He did everything that was asked of him, but not a single thing beyond the scope. Half the time, I found him dicking around on his phone. I’d realized quickly that Jensen had put some kind of block on it and he was trying to circumnavigate it. So, he could be clever when he wanted to be. Maybe, one day, I’d figure out how to get him to use that for something other than moping about his circumstances.
By the time Friday afternoon rolled around, I was exhausted from him. I’d said I wasn’t babysitting, but fuck if it hadn’t slowed me down considerably. Especially since it turned out that he terrified my assistant. No wonder he’d been given to me. A fifteen-year-old shouldn’t be this much work.
“Is your dad coming to pick you up?” I asked as we headed downstairs.
“Emery,” he said, typing on his phone.
“Do they know you hacked your phone?”
Colton jerked the phone to his chest. His eyes narrowed. “Who said I hacked my phone?”
“I did.”
He assessed me. “Are you going to tell them?”
“Do I look like your parent?”
“No?” he asked cautiously.
“Correct.”
He looked suspicious. His brow furrowing as if he were waiting for the punch line. When none came, he said, “Thanks.”
“Yeah. Just don’t be stupid. What are your plans this weekend?”
“As if there’s anything to do in this bumfuck town.”
I laughed. “Fair. I grew up in Seattle. It does feel small. But doesn’t your dad have a lake house?”
“He won’t let me go,” he grumbled.
“Probably earned that.”
Colton shot me a dirty look.
“Well, there’s an indoor soccer game tonight. I don’t know if a city boy like you would be interested in something like that.”
He frowned. “What’s in it for you?”
“Believe it or not, people do things that have no benefit for them at all.”
A car pulled up at that moment, stopping directly in front of us. The window rolled down, and Emery smiled at us both. “Hey, Colt. Let’s get going.”
“Can I go to a soccer game with Whitt tonight?”
Emery bit her lip and looked up at me. “Uh, we’ll have to ask your dad. You want him to go?”
“Sounds like he needs to get out of the house,” I said with a shrug.
“Yeah,” she said, and her eyes told the story of what it must be like, living with a disgruntled teenager right now. “We’ll ask Jensen, okay?”
“He’s going to say no,” he muttered and then got into the passenger seat and stared out the window.
“Good luck,” I said with a laugh.
She sighed again. “Yeah. Thanks, Whitt.”
I had serious doubts that Colton would be there tonight. And since it would be the first time I’d see Eve since last weekend, maybe it would be for the better.
“Go out there and kick ass,” West said as he planted a kiss on Nora’s lips.
She laughed. “Uh, I think I kind of suck, but thanks.”
“You’ll do great.”
I rolled my eyes as West drew his girlfriend in closer. They were saccharine sweet. I was happy for my brother, but the public displays were sometimes too much. And I wasn’t the only one.
“Get your hands off my sister,” Campbell said, punching West in the shoulder.
“Campbell, shut the fuck up,” Nora said with an eye roll. “You’re always all over Blaire.”
“Yeah, well, Blaire isn’t anyone’s little sister.”
“That’s a ridiculous double standard.”
I tuned out my friends as my eyes roved the indoor soccer center for the woman who occupied my thoughts and dreams. With the way she operated, she’d probably be running in after the game already started. The only time I’d known her to be on time was when someone else was driving her.
I checked my phone to see if she’d texted and found a message from an unknown number. I clicked on it.
Dad said no
Its Colt btw
Obvs
I shook my head. This kid. I hadn’t given him my personal cell. Had he hacked my phone, too?
It was worth asking, I suppose. Dare I ask, how exactly did you get my number?
Bruh
Do u always rite in complete sentences
I do, in fact. Do you always have shit grammar?
I do IN FACT bruv
You’re exhausting.
Facts
Live stream that shit 4 me
Ur girl playing?
He really had hacked my phone. What a shit.
I don’t know what you’re talking about.
The girl.
U txt her all day