Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84401 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84401 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
“Hey,” I said.
“Hey, dickhead,” Fiona said with a roll of her eyes. Connor smiled as if she’d told the joke of a lifetime.
“Can I ask you something about your sister Evie?” I asked as I put my gym bag down on the floor, stopping a few steps from them—safety distance.
Fiona gave me a questioning look. “You’re not her type.”
“You don’t even know what I was going to ask,” I muttered. “And I am her type. I’m every woman’s type.”
Fiona shook her head. “You aren’t my type, Xavier.”
Ignoring her usual bitchiness, I said, “Is your sister the no-strings-attached kind of girl?”
She chortled with laughter. “Get that idea out of your head quickly, Xavier,” she said. “Evie is the waiting-for-the-love-of-her-life kind of girl. She won’t spread her legs for anyone but a guy she’s in love with.”
Where was a bottle of whisky when you needed it? I had feared it might be the case. Deep down I had maybe even known it.
She froze, eyes going wide, then she rose slowly.
Connor gave me an are-you-raving-mad look as he glanced between his girlfriend and me.
Shit was about to hit the fan.
“Oh no,” Fiona said, laughing uncertainly. “Don’t tell me...” She fell silent, scanning my face. She shook her head. “You didn’t.”
“You make it sound like I had to force her. She was more than willing, believe me.”
Stupid mouth.
Fiona lost her shit. She threw her purse at me, which I dodged. It hit a guy behind me but Fiona didn’t care. She staggered toward me. I didn’t bother trying to get away. I probably deserved whatever ass kicking she had prepared.
“You can have every girl, but couldn’t you have kept it in your pants in that one case? This isn’t some joke, Xavier. Evie deserves better. I hope your horniness was worth hurting the nicest person you’ll ever meet.”
I stayed silent. There was no cool comment on my lips. Evie was the nicest girl I knew, and the only one whose snarky comments had almost made beer shoot out of my nose.
She shook her head again, in disgust this time. “I’m going to pick up the pieces of your selfishness, you bastard, because for once, Evie can’t do it.”
Fiona pushed past me, snatched her purse from the floor and rushed out of the gym without another backwards glance.
When she was gone, I looked at Connor. “She makes it sound like I’m the only one who’s messed up. Evie is my assistant. She knows me.”
“Everyone knows,” Connor agreed as he stood. “The press reports about it every day.”
I slung my gym bag over my shoulder. “See. She knew what she got herself into.”
Connor shrugged. I wished he wasn’t giving me that disappointed look, as if I’d broken his stupid little heart.
It’s not his heart you’ve broken.
“What?” I asked angrily.
“She knew you threw away the attention groupies and the it-girls. But you spent almost every day with her. You introduced her to your family. You had movie nights with her.”
“I introduced her as my assistant!”
“You never have before with other assistants.” Connor sighed and gripped his gym bag. “Know what, mate, I don’t care. I only know that I’ll have to live with a fucking mad Fiona for the next few days while you’re probably going to fuck the next girl tonight.”
“Nobody forces you to be with Fiona.”
He gave me a condescending smile. “See, that’s what you don’t understand. While Fiona drives me up the walls half the time, the other half she makes me the happiest I’ve ever been.”
I rolled my eyes. I’d liked him better before Fiona. “Did you know that Evie was a virgin?”
Connor grimaced. “Fiona mentioned it to me.”
“And you didn’t tell me?”
“Mate, why would I talk about Evie’s virginity to you, or anyone for that matter?”
I nodded.
“To be honest, I didn’t think you’d make a move on her.”
“Yeah, well, you were wrong.”
“Obviously.” He shook his head. “Trust you to fuck anything as long as it has a pussy.”
“Careful,” I growled.
A slow grin spread on Connor’s face. “Are you being protective of Evie?”
“We’re here to do weights, not gossip,” I said, tightening my hold on my bag and moving past Connor before his annoying expression made me want to punch him.
A key turned in the lock.
I didn’t move from my spot on the sofa, nor did I look up from the empty bucket of ice cream in my lap, chocolate chip with cookie dough. I was about to start the second bucket, even though I was already feeling pretty sick. Heels clicked on the hardwood floor as Fiona walked over to me and sank down beside me, carrying a bag with another bucket of ice cream and a bag of chips. She knew me too well.
She regarded me and I knew she knew. “How did you find out?” I croaked.
“Came across the ass hat in the gym.”