Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17835 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17835 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
“Dude, how much you wanna bet I can get in her pants tonight?” The arrogant little bastard said to one of his friends. I clenched my jaw, my teeth clashing together, my hands curling into tight fists at my side. “How much do you want to bet she’ll put out when I offer to buy her a drink and flash her my Rolex?” He started laughing obnoxiously. “Yeah, bet she’s easy when she sees money.”
I found myself turning and facing him, drilling holes into his head with my gaze, imagining my fist doing damage to his pretty-boy face. He looked out of place at the bar, with his button-up shirt tucked into his khakis, and his brown leather belt cinching it all together. His blond hair was swept to the side, his bastard appearance letting me know he probably pulled this on plenty of other females.
Not now, not today, and most certainly not with my woman.
The asshole glanced over and looked at me, his eyes narrowing, his gaze taking me in. It was clear he could see I was a threat by the way he straightened and glanced away, his throat working when he swallowed. But I still kept my focus on him, my annoyance over what he said about Calissa pissing me off.
He looked at me again and his friends did the same. If he were smart he wouldn’t say anything, just walk away. But I could tell he wanted to be the big man in front of his buddies. I felt my muscles tighten in anticipation. Good, I wanted this.
“You got something on your mind, friend?” He had balls of steel where his friends were concerned, maybe thinking if it came down to it they’d jump in and help. Hell, I’d take all three of them.
“Yeah, matter of fact, I do.” I turned so I was facing him fully, one of my forearms braced on the smooth countertop at the bar. “And I’m not your fucking friend. Let’s clear that up right now.” His eyes widened for a moment, but when he glanced at his buddies he tried to act like he wasn’t about to piss his pants. He had nothing on me, not when I was six foot three and packing two-hundred-and-fifty pounds of muscle. He could try and act like he could take me, but he and I both knew I’d lay his ass flat on the ground.
“I think you got the wrong guy,” he said, trying to backpedal.
“I heard what you were saying.” My blood started to pump harder and faster through my veins as I recalled exactly what he’d said. I was growing even more enraged thinking about it.
“What I said?” He looked genuinely confused.
I gritted my teeth. “Talking obscene shit to the women at the bar. You think that’s acceptable behavior? You think you won’t get your ass beat for saying shitty things like that?” I was itching for a fight now, thinking about the shit he’d said about Calissa, what he’d probably said to her face. Hell, I felt my hands curl into fists at my side, as if they had a mind of their own.
I moved a step closer to him and his friends moved one back. Good, at least they were smart.
“Tex?” The sound of Calissa’s voice behind me had me stilling, but I kept my focus on the prick. “What’s going on?” She sounded concerned, so I forced myself to relax and turn to face her. She looked up at me with wide eyes, her gaze bouncing between me and the little preppy asshole behind me. “You guys should probably go,” she ended up saying, but kept her focus on me.
I heard them moving behind me, and only when the sound of the front doors opening and closing resonated did I actually relax enough to look like I wasn’t about to kill someone.
“What the hell was that?” she asked, not sounding pissed, but still concerned. “You know, if you start shit in here Bo will kick you out and ban you from coming back.” Bo, her fuckwad of a boss. I’d gone to school with the bastard, kicked his ass for being a womanizer, and knew he was nothing but a slimy fucker who watered down his liquor.
“I’m here to make sure you’re okay.”
She rolled her eyes at me, fucking rolled her eyes as if I wasn’t on the verge of going outside and slamming my fist into that asshole’s face. I wanted to grab her, haul her over my knee, and spank her perfect little ass.
“Fuck him, fuck this bar, and especially fuck that asshole who thought he could disrespect you.” Yeah, I was going all primal right now, but when it came to Calissa, there was nothing else that mattered.
2
Calissa
I pulled Tex toward the back room, annoyed, but also another emotion mixing with that. I didn’t want to think too hard on it, didn’t want to let my own feelings for him cloud my judgment. He had made a scene, and was about to get into a fight with some customers. I couldn’t let that slide, not just because it was bad business, but because I loved Tex, and I didn’t want to see him get in trouble.