Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 129986 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129986 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Maybe she’ll struggle like she did on my lap.
Maybe I can play rough with her since she doesn’t belong to me.
Or maybe I’ll discover something new when I push my way into her life. Different types of women fuck differently, after all. Sex with Anae has grown boring, but Aubrey is far from my ordinary type. Maybe sex with her will be different enough to be fun.
Whatever the outcome, it sounds like a good time.
“I’m in,” I tell her.
Anae’s eyes light up. “Really? Yay!” Sighing dramatically, she leans her head on my shoulder so the scent of her expensive French perfume wafts my way. “You’re the best boyfriend ever.”
That’s not true at all, but I could do worse than having a hot girlfriend who wants me to fuck another girl, so I throw her a bone and give her a sideways squeeze.
“You want to go upstairs?” she asks.
I know she means to fuck, so I shake my head. “Not right now. I need to make sure my mark gets in the ambulance. I was serious about that. If she sues, my father will shut down these parties so fast....”
“Oh my god, she’s not going to sue you. She’s going to suck your dick. Stop worrying. We’ve got this under control.”
“All of that hinges on her surviving this weekend. I can’t fuck her if she’s dead. I’m not into that.”
“As far as you know,” Anae jokes. “I watched a movie last weekend that made it seem surprisingly hot. You should watch it with me.”
“Maybe after everyone else leaves.”
I head inside the house alone while she wanders back toward the crowd of people—still buzzing about what happened—and presumably does damage control. With me, Anae is more open about her depravity because she knows I’m no better. With her subjects, she has to show a slightly edited image of herself since being a mean girl is one thing, but presenting as a total sociopath would probably be off-putting to them.
By now, she should be better at controlling herself. She isn’t as observant as I am. I don’t know if it’s because she’s so self-obsessed or what, but it interferes with her ability to be as diligently aware as she needs to be.
Me, I notice everything. I take notes without even thinking about it, categorizing the traits and weaknesses of everyone I come into contact with just in case I need to take advantage of them later.
Anae thinks we’re two sides of the same coin, but she’s wrong. She’s not on my level.
Like a fucking creep, I go upstairs and find a dark corner with a view of the driveway. I lean against the wall and linger there until I see the ambulance pull up the drive, then I search for Janie and the girl I saved.
Aubrey, that was her name.
I find her and watch as she fights with her friend about getting into the ambulance. It’s irritating and illogical unless she has a death wish. I don’t like unreasonable, hard-headed people who insist on doing dumb shit just to be difficult. If she’s that sort of person, I’ll fuck her and be done with it, but I don't want to spend any time with her.
Should be easy enough. Those types tend to be severely vulnerable in ways they don’t realize. I’ll bombard her bloated ego with compliments and mirror her own self-image right back at her. She’ll like me for seeing what a super special badass she is, and I’ll have her on my dick so fast…
Standing in my driveway, she turns around and looks directly at me.
My heart drops.
I know she can’t see me, but it feels like she can. She’s too far away to make out her expression, but I can feel her anger burning so hot, it singes the path of my thoughts and I forget what I was even thinking before.
I watch her friend hover as the paramedics put Aubrey in the back of the vehicle.
Still, her angry gaze is fixed on this window like she knows I’m on the other side watching.
A faint smile tugs at the corners of my mouth. I lift my hand and use my pointer finger to draw a circle around her on the glass. I draw another circle inside, and then another. Finally, I complete the crude, imaginary target with a solid circle right over her face.
Bullseye.
The ambulance doors close and I can’t see her anymore.
But I’ll see her again soon.
Watch out, mermaid. I’m coming for you.
Chapter four
Aubrey
After one of the worst weekends of my life (it wasn’t the worst, but definitely top three material), the only logical solution I can come up with is to skip school on Monday.
I spent most of the weekend in the hospital.
I knew Chase Darington didn’t know I had my mom at home to care for and I couldn’t just dip out on her to laze around the hospital all weekend, that I wasn’t willing to part with my time with her just to “be safe” when I knew I was perfectly fine.