Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 119230 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 596(@200wpm)___ 477(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119230 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 596(@200wpm)___ 477(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
“You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”
Brielle laughs and steps away from me, moving toward my bedroom door. “Right,” she says, stopping and turning back to me with her fingers curling around the door handle. “You might be able to lie to yourself, but if you want to lie to the rest of the world, try not being so damn obvious about it.”
FUCK. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!
She doesn’t wait for a response as she flies out through the door, slamming it behind her. “Bleed out for all I care, Tanner,” she calls through the closed door, already halfway down the stairs. I listen as she makes her way out of my house, and before I know it, I hear another door slam from within the house next door.
Anger burns through me, making my chest ache and I walk into my closet, my hands balling into fists. I hate being a fucking ass to her, hate seeing that flicker of hurt shining through her eyes, but I have to. A part of her hates me, and I’m fine with that, but that small sliver of hate mixed with that strange pull between us doesn’t keep her away.
No matter how much she hates me, she’s going to keep coming back, she’s going to keep showing up for me, and keep being drawn toward me just as I am to her.
No, hating me isn’t enough. I need Brielle Ashford to despise me.
Chapter 16
TANNER
Bile rises in my chest as Jules Macey from my third period math class presses her body against mine, her hands roaming over my chest and arms as her lips press against my neck. The feel of her tongue moving over my skin makes me want to hurl, but I don’t stop her. She’s been begging for this for three years, so the moment I shot her a text, she was already knocking on my door.
I make it a rule not to have random chicks over at my house, and there’s a damn good reason for that, but this is different. I need Killjoy to see. I need her to watch, but most of all, I need her to hurt.
If Brielle Ashford doesn’t despise me yet, she will after this.
Jules’ fingers grip the hem of my shirt, raising it up over my head and tossing it aside before she greedily roams her hands over my bare chest, trailing them down my abs and rubbing them over the front of my pants, feeling just how hard I am. She groans, her lips still moving against my neck, thinking this hard-on is for her. I figure it’d be a dick move telling her that she’s not doing it for me, but that the blonde goddess glaring at me through her bedroom window is what’s got me on edge.
Jules pulls her lips free and tries to kiss me, but I shake my head, taking her shoulder and pushing her away a step. Meeting her cautious stare, I lower my voice, letting her know just how serious I am. “You want this, then you play by my rules.” I pause, watching as she takes it in. “Is that clear?”
She nods and I raise my gaze back to my window to find Killjoy moving toward it, her stare not daring to lift from mine. She was fucking pissed when she stormed out of here, but this …
I know how this looks, and I’ve never hated myself more than in this very minute, but I need it to sting. I need Brielle to remember this every time she looks at me, remember why she needs to back away every time she’s pulled toward me, and I don’t care how many girls I have to work my way through to make it happen.
Jules stands before me in nothing but a lacy white bra and matching thong. She’s gone all out with the makeup and thigh-high stockings, and I’m not going to lie, she’s sexy as fuck, but I’d prefer to be doing this with the vixen staring at me through her window.
She steps right up to it, her fingers gripping the blinds just as Jules grips the front of my pants and releases my belt. Brielle’s eyes flame and she looks as though she could tear Jules to shreds, and fuck, I might just let her, but it’s me who should be shot dead for this—not Jules. She’s nothing but a pawn in a game she doesn’t even know she’s playing.
My cock springs free and Jules lowers herself to her knees, making a show of spreading her thighs, letting me see just how wet she is through her sheer thong. I smell her arousal and I struggle to keep hard, but that doesn’t stop my hand going to the back of her head and curling her hair around it, taking complete control.