Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
My eyes drag over her, and seeing the hurt in her eyes, I realize that’s all this is. There is definitely something here, something worth exploring, but she needs time to heal, time to hate me for letting her down, and that’s okay. I’ve got nothing but time, but that doesn’t mean I’m about to back down. I’ll be here waiting the second she’s ready, and we’ll pick up right where we left off, only by then, the tension between us is going to shred us both to pieces.
Maddox was definitely right. I like this girl, and she could hate me all she wants, but it’s not going to change a thing.
This little Savage is going to be mine, whether she likes it or not.
“Okay, Lyra. I’ll leave you alone . . . for tonight, that is,” I tell her, leaning in and taking her chin, her lips so close to mine. “But this thing between us isn’t over. I feel it, and I know you feel it too. So push me away all you want, but I’m not going anywhere.”
She scoffs as she pulls her chin free. “I’m not interested, Hunter,” she says before crippling me with a savage smirk. “Don’t take it personally.”
And with that, she turns and walks away, busying herself with the people at the other end of the bar. And I realize that winning this spitfire back is going to be the death of me.
7
LYRA
Hunter Cole can go and fuck himself. Preferably in traffic.
God, I’ve never been so irritated in my life.
Who the hell does he think he is showing up at Black Velvet like that? Last week, he left me pissed off, but after the stunt he just pulled, I’m fucking furious.
I shove my apartment door closed behind me before kicking off my shoes hard enough that one of them bounces off the wall and nearly takes out one of my potted plants. And honestly, if the plant dies, that’ll be on Hunter too.
Arrogant asshole.
The man just strolled through my bar, looking all perfectly dangerous with that black jacket and those broad shoulders, and all I could think about was setting his stupid face on fire. And to think he showed up with the audacity to think I was going to drop to my knees, get all stupid for him, and let him whisk me away for another ridiculous date. Is he insane? They have special asylums for people who live in delusion.
As if I would go for round two with him after he left me at that bar anyway. I have so much more self-respect than that. Well, excluding the times where I allow perfect strangers to throw me up against brick walls in dark alleys, but that has no relation to this.
And for what it’s worth, that was the worst apology I’ve ever heard. Who approaches a woman they screwed over like that? Oh hey, I know I fucked up, but let me have another crack at it. Maybe I could ditch you in the middle of a theatre this time. Whatdaya say, babe? How about a little BJ for my effort, princess? Really suck it good, but after I come in your mouth, I’m out. You owe me that much for taking you out twice.
Get all the way fucked. I’ve dated men like that before, and they have never, ever been worth my time. And Hunter Cole, he’s no different. I won’t waste my time on him again, but something tells me he’s not nearly done pissing me off.
Marcus and Dean are going to get one hell of a stern talking to for letting that fuck-nugget back through my door, and when I’m done with them, they’ll know exactly what would happen if that walking STD sets foot in my bar again.
Damn it.
I huff and puff as I storm through my apartment, unable to find any semblance of peace. It’s not Marcus and Dean’s fault. They’re good guys. I’m sure they had good intentions, but still, I’ll have to lay down the law when it comes to Hunter fucking Cole.
My irritation becomes irrational, and I throw myself across my couch. It’s well after four in the morning, and if anything, I should be heading into the bathroom, taking a hot shower, and then sending my ass to bed. Yet if I were to get into the shower right now, all I’m going to do is scream at the wall until the neighbors file noise complaints.
Instead, I doom scroll, searching for something that could hold my attention just long enough to pull me out of this Hunter Cole-induced madness.
I go over the latest breaking news, which seems to be something new every fifteen minutes, then I catch up on the real juicy stuff. Reddit stories. That right there is my lifeblood. I start with a story about a girl who’s crying over her boyfriend who’s about to do hard time behind bars. Probably one of Hunter’s friends. And then I deep dive into a story about a man who thinks his wife is secretly poisoning him while also screwing his boss who happens to be his estranged brother.