Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 49949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
“You free tonight?”
“I’m going out with my dad,” I explain. “Tomorrow?”
Billy nods his head with a smile before capturing my lips in another slobbery kiss. I pull away when his tongue tries to assault mine again, and I pat his chest, letting him know he needs to ease up. I know he’s trying to impress his friends and hang on to his image, but I’m already bored of it. Bored of him, actually. He’s a phony, and that’s one quality I can’t tolerate.
As I turn around to walk back to Chastity, a hand whacks my ass hard. Snapping around, I shoot Billy a dirty look as his friends make inappropriate comments.
Damn, girl.
Claim that ass, Billy.
I grab Billy by the collar of his jacket and pull him to me like I’m going to whisper something sexy in his ear.
“Do that to me again in public, and you will lose your dick before you ever get to use it,” I hiss before kissing his cheek as if I’m not mad.
Sticking my middle finger up at Billy’s friends, I head back over to Chastity, pissed as hell. I fucking hate these people. Such immature assholes, and my boyfriend is the king of them!
I receive plenty of attention for my curvy figure—most of it unwanted attention from teenage boys and even some pervy teachers.
Most girls my age are still filling out, but over the past couple of years, my body has sprouted into that of a full-blown woman’s. With double-D’s and a thick waist that leads into full hips and a shelf-ass, as the boys in school call it, I’ve grown used to the stares and inappropriate comments.
Like all of my old clothes, I’m also outgrowing high school. My body isn’t the only thing that’s evolved over the past couple of years. My desires and passions have changed or—more accurately—expanded as well.
The truth is, my mind is never on studying or high school drama or even what college I’m going to next year. My mind is only ever on three things: art, getting my own way, and Kane Forrester.
Kane is the one guy I’ve had my eye on my entire life. He’s fucking sexy as hell with jet black hair, cobalt blue eyes that stare into my soul, and a smile that always makes it look like he has a secret.
And that’s just his face…
Kane’s body is equally as impressive as his gorgeous facial features. On top of being some sort of sex god created on Mount Olympus—see, I pay attention in school sometimes—Kane is a mature man with a little bad boy thrown in there somewhere.
There is only one flaw about Kane…
He is forty-five-years-old… the same age as my father! Worse than that, Kane went to college with my dad, and they’re still best friends today. To make it all just a little more inappropriate, Kane is also my godfather. But that doesn’t stop me from fantasizing about his lips on mine, knowing that his experienced tongue wouldn’t slobber and wiggle wildly like Billy’s does.
The sun hits my eyes on the short walk to the quiet bus stop. The summer weather hasn’t cooled off yet, even though it is now well into the fall. Not that I mind hanging on to my tan a bit longer or lounging by the pool on the weekends. I prefer an Indian summer over the stubborn winter that we’ve grown accustomed to in New York.
Living in the village of Tarrytown, just north of New York City, makes our winters a bit more brutal and isolated, but it paints beautiful Thomas Kinkade-esque snowy scenes that inspire many of my sketches… as well as my snowbound fantasies of Kane and me.
“What do you see in Billy?” Chastity asks as we wait for the bus.
I shift my weight from one leg to the other and shrug my shoulders.
“He’s cute,” I reply, hating how shallow the words sound coming from my lips.
“He’s not that cute,” Chastity responds, tilting her head to the side.
We look at each other for a moment before laughing. The sound fills the street, which is crowded with other kids from my high school who are also waiting for the bus.
“I know you don’t like Billy, Chas, but it’s not like I’m going to marry him,” I reason.
Hell, at this rate, I don’t think Billy and I will last past next week. I’ve only tolerated him for this long because I’m bored with school and life.
Chastity sighs and looks at me with concern in her innocent blue eyes.
“I just think you deserve better, you know?”
“I know,” I smile at her. “You know he acts like a goon when his friends are around.”
“Anyway,” Chastity changes the subject. “What are you and your dad doing tonight?”
“We’re hanging out at Kane’s house,” I say with a smile splaying across my lips. “His pool is still open, so we’re milking the weather for one last swim day.”