Total pages in book: 131
Estimated words: 124690 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 623(@200wpm)___ 499(@250wpm)___ 416(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124690 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 623(@200wpm)___ 499(@250wpm)___ 416(@300wpm)
Looking at my reflection in the glass cabinet door, I don’t recognize the girl staring back at me. I close my eyes, shutting her out. This girl doesn’t belong to Reed Saddington. How will I ever survive? I guess I’m going to have to find out who this Tess Gallagher is. The tears want to come. Instead I walk out the door and make my way to our private car. New phone for a new Tess. Maybe I’m not as weak as I think.
REED
Past – seventeen years old
New York, NY
“Christ,” I groan, rolling over. My eyes try to focus. The room is slightly spinning. Lying on my back, I look over at the naked brunette.
Rubbing my hands over my face, I feel my cock start to wake up. With the amount of alcohol and coke, my mouth feels like a dead rat slunk through it.
Sitting up, I swing my legs over. I’m in a hotel, a suite. It all comes flooding back to me like a nightmare.
Jax and I celebrated Andrew’s eighteenth birthday and his dad thought it would be fun for us to have a suite at the Four Seasons. I glance around the room. The only ones here are the brunette and me. I make my way into the bathroom and pull on my jeans as I go. When I glance in the mirror as I piss, the reflection staring back at me is barely recognizable. Jesus, I look like crap. Leaning in closer, I look at my eyes—they’re bloodshot and swollen. I need to get myself together and dry out. Huh… my hair is sticking up. It’s an interesting look.
The water is ice cold, and as I splash it on my face, I hope it stings. My head is pounding. I need a bump, I think, steadying myself. That’s how hungover I am. Lurching over to the love seat, I grab the vial from last night and take a quick snort. Closing my eyes as I feel the rush, my heart starts pumping and my whole body wakes up.
“Fuck, yes!” I hiss glancing over at the woman in my bed. I think her name was Christy, Roxy, something with a Y. She was new and did not disappoint.
I usually make a point of avoiding brunettes and prefer blondes. But last night I was fucked up enough not to care.
Andrew’s dad supplied the girls. A blonde, a redhead, and a brunette. It was his welcome-to-manhood gift. I guess everyone forgets that Jax and I are only seventeen. We still have another six months before we’re legal.
I feel better! Looking down at the tent in my jeans, I have to admit, I love to fuck on cocaine. I wonder if I should wake her up and take her from behind or see if Andrew or even Jax wants to trade. This chick’s dark hair is a reminder that I don’t need this morning. I reach for my tattoo and give it a rub, my heart beating fast. Yep, the coke is working. Leaning forward, I take another snort, deciding not to wake the brunette. I’ll persuade Jax to give up his redhead.
Opening the door to the living room, I’m greeted with the sight of my twin passed out on the massive L-shaped couch, the naked redhead lying on top of him.
The TV is on, but muted. A porn flick is playing. I should take her, if only to piss him off. Jax is completely stingy when it comes to women. He does not like to share. Which makes no sense. It’s not like he gets attached to any of them. Again, everyone thinks I’m the dominant one, but my brother takes the whole caveman thing to another level. He’s not into the kinky stuff though. One on one is his thing. I, on the other hand, couldn’t care less. I love one on one, threesomes, whatever. Andrew and I have that in common. We’ve indulged in a lot of it lately. As long as it feels good and it’s a female in the middle, I have no problem sharing. There was only one person I wouldn’t share. Rubbing the back of my neck, I close my eyes as if that is going to block her out, but she’s already invaded me, claiming my shame.
Her face always haunts me, teases me. Everyone said it would get easier, that soon, I wouldn’t even remember what she looks like. I clung to that thought like a half-drowned sailor on a raft. She is the first thing I see and the last, her breathtaking visage as clear as the moment we met.
I hate her! I hate that every day I go through this. Rubbing my hands over my face, I glance again at Jax’s ginger friend and my cock comes alive. I need to fuck; my erection is becoming painful.