Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 100476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
“Sadistic bitch,” he grumbles, but allows her to lead him away.
I walk after them, Charlotte hot on my heels. Before I can get to the bathroom door, Penny closes it, an evil grin on her face. Charlotte clutches onto my hand.
“I’m so sorry,” she whispers.
I squeeze her hand. “It’ll be okay, Charlie girl.”
The bathroom is silent. And then…
“See. Told you. Look. Wow, that’s a huge dent.”
Terrence groans. “Fucking hell.”
“Total horror show,” Penny states. “I hope you got laid enough to get you by for the next sixty years because your future chances are looking slim.”
Oh my God.
“It’s not that bad,” Terrence argues.
“Keep telling yourself that, dude.”
“My dick still works,” he grumbles.
“Does it? Not what the doctor said. You are so fucked.”
He laughs. Fucking laughs.
“You’re a real bitch, shorty.”
“Thanks, Frankenstein.”
“Fuck you.”
“Nah, I don’t do dent heads.”
They both laugh.
“No wonder you’re friends with Tierra. Both bratty ass bitches with attitudes bigger than Dallas,” he grumbles. “It’s not a dent.”
“Dude, it’s a big dent. Don’t even get me started on that eye.”
He starts laughing again. Music to my fucking ears. Penny may be a huge bitch, but she may have just fixed my best friend. I owe that girl big.
The door reopens and he steps out, his eyes darting over to Charlotte. “It’s not a dent,” he says.
“More like an impression,” Charlotte agrees. “A blemish.”
“I agree with Penny on this one,” I cut in. “It’s a fucking dent.”
We all laugh. It’s real and honest and freeing.
“You good, T?” I ask finally.
He ruffles Charlotte’s hair as he walks by. “Yeah, man, I’m good.”
Turns out, having Penny over for dinner saved the damn day. Terrence still broods and sometimes winces as though he’s in pain, but he doesn’t scowl like he hates the world. Every time he does, Penny gives him shit. I can tell he’s getting tired, though, so when Penny tells everyone goodbye, I let out a sigh of relief.
“I guess we’re gonna hit the sack. You need anything?” I ask him as I tug Charlotte’s hand, pulling her up off the couch.
“Nah, I’m headed to bed myself.” He bumps my fist and then disappears into the guest bedroom.
Once Charlotte and I make it into my bedroom, I close the door and then start stripping.
“Still on the rag, parasite?”
She rolls her eyes as she pulls off her shirt. “Yeah. You afraid of a little blood, Hoodlum?”
“Dirty bitch.”
Her smirk is my undoing. “Guess I’ll have to clean up in the shower. All alone.”
“I’m fucking you in the shower, woman. Be ready for me. Five minutes.”
She laughs as she closes the bathroom door. I toss my phone on the end table as I soak in how natural things feel with Charlotte. I’ve dated chicks but haven’t seriously dated anyone ever. Sure, there were a few girls who stuck around more than others, like Sidney, but none I claimed as mine or introduced to my parents.
With Charlotte, I don’t want to let her go.
Ever.
By the time I join her in the shower, she’s washed her hair and is waiting with a smile. I attack her with a desperate kiss. Her resounding moans spur me on. Gripping her ass, I lift her tiny body and am in her in the next instant.
Rather than fucking her like the madman I am, I take a moment to stare at her as water rivulets run down her face. So damn pretty. I kiss her lips softly. Then her nose. Her cheeks. Forehead. Throat. Sometimes I want to decimate her, and other times like now, I want to cradle her and cherish her. Strangest shit I’ve ever experienced.
“What is this thing between us?” I ask, my lips hovering over hers.
“Chaos,” she murmurs. I freeze at her safe word. “Unsafe and crazy and out of control. And I don’t ever want it to end.”
Charlotte
“Please, Ryan,” I beg. “Can we go home? Talk?”
I’m sick to my stomach and being around all these drunk idiots is making me even more nauseous. Ryan is in his element, playing king of everyone, though.
I should just leave.
Then what?
A shudder quakes through me. I don’t want to think about what he’d do if I just left. Sometimes I wish I could leave permanently.
My stomach roils violently. I should have eaten something before coming. Maybe I could sneak away, grab something to eat, and come back before he even notices. We took my car.
Since he’s ignoring me, choosing to bask in the attention of his loyal followers, I decide to slip away. I push through the crowd and out into the warm May evening undetected. I’ve barely made it down the steps when pain bursts at the base of my skull.
“Ahh!” I cry out.
“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Ryan demands. “Are you trying to embarrass me?”
“W-What? No! I’m hungry. I need food. I’ll be back in a few.”