Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 62015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
“Not fucking good enough asshole, you don’t get to lay down the law and then tell me your shit is off limits, fuck that shit. Who the fuck is she?”
“Carissa she’s no one, how many times do I have to say it?”
“So why did Vanessa make it sound like she’s some sort of permanent fixture in your life?”
“Because my sister doesn’t know what she’s talking about and she had no right telling you that shit in the first place.”
“She’s my friend that’s what friends do.”
“Just drop it Carissa, I’ve already told you, Josie is not someone you need to worry about, I don’t lie, if I say this shit, then it’s true.”
From the look in her eyes I knew this was far from over, I closed my eyes and prayed for patience.
“You’re going to make me hurt you aren’t you?”
“I’m not making you do anything psycho, you do what you want without any help from me.”
She tried pushing me away with her hips. I kissed her roughly enough to leave her lips looking bee stung before pulling away and stepping out of the shower.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Carrie
Crazy fucker thinks he can run the show, we’ll just see about that. Until I was satisfied with this Josie thing all bets were off, the game might be fun but I don’t play second fiddle, especially not to some high society bitch in the making that probably had her nose stuck in the air, those types just rubbed me the wrong fucking way.
He thinks he knows me, he doesn’t, I’m no one’s plaything, I call the shots. He thinks he has the upper hand, I admit, the boy’s got game but you didn’t graduate from Paula’s brand of child rearing as a chump, I have my ass covered at all times. So bring it Mr. Wannabe Dom.
Josh
I took her home and waited while she got dressed, her father was giving me the third degree, I was cool with that, parents were a snap.
His daughter thinks I don’t know that she’s plotting in her head, she thinks I don’t know she thinks she can outwit me, I’ll play cat and mouse with her until I pounce on her ass, then she’ll know that I’m not fucking around.
“So Steele, your dad is head of Sea Crest General right?”
“Yes sir he is.”
“He’s a good man; you plan on following in his footsteps?”
“That’s the plan sir.”
“Your sister and my daughter seem to be getting pretty close.”
“Uh huh.” Here we go, keep fishing pops.
“So...what’s going on with you and Carrie?”
“We’re dating.” I never lied to the parents what’s the point? He’d figure that shit out sooner or later, but what could he have against it? I’m an Honor student, come from a wealthy family, I’m presentable enough in public, and I plan to treat his daughter like a fucking princess. No worries.
She came down the stairs in time to hear that of course, she was about to open her mouth to say something smart but I beat her to it.
“I don’t think so Carissa, go change.”
Her eyes widened and she looked from me to her father who seemed to be in shock. I knew all about their relationship, from what I can tell he was trying way too hard to make up for his absence in her life by letting her get away with murder. We’ll see how he lets this play out.
“You’re kidding right.”
“Nope.” I lounged back against the wall to let her know we weren’t going anywhere until she obeyed me. Her father was just looking from one of us to the other, not uttering a word.
Good job Captain, let’s keep it that way.
She’s wearing a short skirt and by short I mean.....short, and her blouse left her cleavage exposed, to me it was one or the other, either you showed your legs and covered up the girls or vice versa, showing both just said desperate for attention. My woman doesn’t do desperate.
She folded her arms and looked like she was preparing to dig her feet in.
I cocked my brow at her and didn’t budge, when it looked like she wasn’t about to move I decided to up the game.
“Excuse me Captain, this might get ugly.” I could’ve sworn I saw a smile trying to break out across the Captain’s face.
I headed up the stairs to her room, if the Captain wondered how I knew which one it was that was too bad.
I was in her closet when I heard her little feet running up the stairs.
“Get the fuck out of my room asshole, what the hell do you think you’re doing?”
I paid her no attention as I searched for something more suitable for her to wear.
I pulled out a pair of skinny jeans and a V necked sweater and threw them on the bed.