Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 87695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
“What the hell is wrong with you?” I storm over and grab his pants, throwing them at him. “Am I seriously marrying a psychopath? Or are you just the most arrogant prick in the world?”
“Only trying to get to know my future wife.”
“By being a fucking asshole.” I throw his shirt at him. “Get dressed and get out.”
He pretends to pout. “You’re fucking me and kicking me out? I feel so used.”
“I doubt you feel much of anything, you dickhead.”
He slowly gets out of bed. I watch him dress, mortified and pissed beyond measure. He watches me in turn, seemingly totally unfazed by his terrible behavior.
What the hell was that? His little speech about my personality? If he was trying to embarrass me, he did a great job.
Once his clothes are on, he drapes his jacket over his arm.
“I had a very nice time,” he says politely.
“Go fuck yourself.”
“Despite the way this ended, I look forward to seeing you again.”
I point at the door. “Leave.”
He turns and walks off. I follow, shaking with rage. I’ve never been so mortified in my life. That was even worse than when he saw me topless. At least that was a mistake. And I have great tits.
But he just ripped into me for no reason. Right after fucking me into the best orgasm of my life.
What the hell just happened?
I slam the door behind him and make sure the deadbolts are locked before sinking down to the floor. I pull my knees to my chest and put my face in my thighs.
I still smell like him.
Finally, the dam breaks, and I start sobbing until I feel like I might throw up.
Chapter 5
Seamus
Ipause outside the Whelan family home. Lights are on downstairs. My brothers are already here: Cormac with his pregnant wife, Bianca, the oldest, Declan, and the youngest, Finn. I’m the third in line.
They’ll all be expecting Seamus the lighthearted killer. And that’s who I am most of the time. Life is easy if you know how to float. I drift from job to job, not thinking too far ahead. Plans only hold together when nothing’s happening. Every other time, they fall apart. I’ve learned how to bend with the wind. How to drift like smoke.
They like it when I’m smirking and cracking jokes. Drinking more than is healthy and laughing twice as loud as anyone else.
Sometimes that’s all for show. Because life’s easier that way.
If you’re never pinned down, you can’t ever get caught.
I take a second to compose myself. I slip into the usual persona. My shoulders ease. A smile crosses my lips.
Until I think of Alina.
Pretty little Alina. Petite and lovely. Pear-shaped hips, palm-sized breasts, lightly tanned skin, lots of blonde hair. Indecisive, insecure, stubborn, and overly planned Alina.
And the look on her face as she threw me out of her apartment.
God, I can be such a fucking asshole. A real piece of shit.
Not as bad as her last boyfriend at least.
But that’s the thing. Some days I’m decent, but most days I’m not, and maybe it’s better she learned that early.
I tried to warn her. I’m not a good guy.
And it’s easy to slip away if you never get attached in the first place.
I have to compose myself again. My shoulders hunched and my jaw tightened the second Alina slipped back into my head. I can’t seem to get her out, no matter how hard I try.
It’s been three days since I was in her apartment, and she’s haunting me.
My future wife.
I head inside. Everyone’s sitting around the kitchen table. Cormac’s got his hand on his pretty Italian bride’s thigh. Bianca’s quite pregnant now and visibly showing. The girl’s lucky though. Pretty sure only her boobs got bigger along with her belly. Or maybe Cormac’s the lucky one.
Mom’s sitting at one end of the table. Siobhan Whelan’s laughing at something Finn said. My youngest brother grins back eagerly. Dad’s at the other end, chatting with Declan, probably about work. Those two don’t talk about much else. Padraig Whelan’s a good man and a good father, but everything’s the family with him.
“Glad you graced us with your presence,” Finn says as I grab myself a beer from the refrigerator.
“Late again,” Declan grunts at me.
“Am I?” I make a show of opening the beer and drinking it. “Guess I didn’t notice.”
“He never does,” Cormac says, grinning slightly. “Always did love your own schedule.”
“Come join us.” Mom beckons me over to the empty seat at her left side. I kiss her cheek before plopping down. I salute Bianca with my bottle.
“How’s the baby cooking?”
She pats her belly. “Coming along. How’s the streets?”
“Filthy, all thanks to me.” I take a big glug from the bottle. “Ah, look at this, you’re all so polite for waiting.” Their plates are already cleared, replaced with Mom’s lemon cake.