Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 78093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Fuck her.
“Jesus, dude,” Clark exclaims next to me. “Calm down, you’re showing off your hulk skills. Everyone’s going to be jealous.”
Glancing over at him, I see genuine concern flash in his eyes, even though his words are playful. I stop throwing punches and place a hand against the punching bag, leaning against it.
“Just getting in a good workout,” I half lie. Clark knows all too well about my boiling rage and need for vengeance. Usually my temper is in much better check, but with Ava around, I’m one match strike away from exploding.
“Okaaaay.” Clark rolls his eyes, a critical expression on his face. There’s no point in lying, I know that he knows that this is more than exercise for me. When something bothers me, I come to the gym and let it out. Better than getting into fights with other guys like I used to. There are only so many times a lawyer can get you off assault charges without jail time. Although, maybe jail wouldn’t be so bad right now, at least it would get me away from her.
“Look, I know your dad getting remarried sucks, you just have to hang in there, buddy. A few more years, and you’ll be done with college, and you won’t need him anymore…or her,” Clark tells me, handing me a bottle of water. “Speaking of your new stepsister…she is kinda hot,” he continues.
I untwist the bottle cap and start chugging the water, letting the cold liquid cool my throat.
“Yeah, any fucker with a dick would notice that, but my hatred for her runs too deep to fuck her. That, and she doesn’t deserve the pleasure my cock would bring. My cock knows she’s sexy, but my brain knows she’s a lying bitch.”
“What about me fucking her? Would you be cool with that?” Clark questions, and a nasty wave of jealousy washes over me. I hate it, I hate the way she makes me feel, the power she holds over me. Somehow, and thank god, I manage to hide the jealousy.
“You can fuck her all you want, as long as that’s all you are doing with her. I don’t want her to hang out with us and shit. Not unless you want me to kill her.” I kid. I might talk a big talk, but I wouldn’t ever lay a hand on her, at least not one that didn’t inflict pleasure.
“Of course that’s all I want to do with her. You know me.” He grins. Yes, I do know him. He’s even worse than me. Being a dick to girls is his thing…well, mine too. The difference between him and I is that I tell the girl up front that sex is all I want. I’m the what you see is what you get kind. Clark, on the other hand, doesn’t give a shit. He’ll tell the girls whatever they want to hear, making promises that he’ll never keep. Once he gets what he wants, he drops the girl faster than he drops the condom in the trash after fucking her.
“Then go for it, she’s all yours.” At my words, a sinister grin spreads across his face.
“I’m gonna head back home and grab a shower. Want to go out later? Ren invited us to a party, and I could use some pussy and a little weed,” I ask as we leave the gym together.
“Sure, just come to my place whenever you get done.”
I nod and we part ways in the parking lot. I get into my car and start the engine. Normally I’m relaxed after a session at the gym, far too worn out from my work out to be concerned about anything.
That’s not the case today, today I feel as on edge as I did when I walked into the gym. All thanks to the witch living down the hall from me. The drive home is quick and by the time I park my car in front of our house, I’m calm enough to not punch the first person I see in the face. I walk inside and up the stairs, planning to go straight to my room and hop in the shower, but within a few feet of her room, I halt.
There’s something about her, something that nags at me. I want to see her again, watch her tremble as I threaten her. I’m fucked up, so fucked up, but I don’t care. I’m beyond rational thinking right now.
Stepping closer to the door, I listen intently for any kind of noise. When I don’t hear anything, I grab the doorknob and twist it, not bothering to knock. Frowning when I realize it’s locked, I knock on the door. You can only lock the door from the inside, so I know she’s in there. Probably hiding, coming up with her next lie.