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)
“I, ummm . . . shit.”
I blow out my cheeks, studiously ignoring Hunter on the right, and more specifically the death glare that seems to be laser focused on the side of my face. “I can explain,” I tell Maddox, trying to keep focused, but honestly, it’s hard. “You’ll probably find it funny.”
“Kinda doubting that right now.”
I roll my eyes and huff, not in the mood to handle anyone’s emotional outbursts.
“Okay,” I start, my gaze bouncing between them once, twice, and then a third time. “In my defense, I had no idea that Hunter lived in this building and was the friend that you kept talking about. That little shred of upsetting information was only discovered a few hours ago.”
“Upsetting?” Hunter quips. “Didn’t seem upsetting while you were grinding on my cock twenty minutes ago.”
Maddox huffs as though he’s jealous, but I keep my stare on Hunter. “You’re right, upsetting is the wrong word for it. How about a colossal disappointment? That work for you?”
His face twitches, and I can all but see the retort on his lips. “You seem frustrated. Need me to work it out of your system? Again?”
God, I hate him.
Frustration burns through me, and I glare at the asshole. “How is it possible for one single brain dead cunt-waffle to be such a walking restraining order?”
“I’m sorry. Did you just call me a cunt-waffle?”
Maddox snorts a laugh, and I point at him with my spoon. “Don’t encourage his bullshit.”
“Shit, sorry, Savage. It’s way too late for that.”
Hunter looks pleased with himself, and I have to keep myself from slapping the smugness off his stupidly gorgeous face. God, why do they both have to be so tall? This is such a clusterfuck.
“Okay,” I say. “You guys want answers?”
“Please,” Maddox says.
I roll my eyes and let out a sigh. “I met Hunter first—”
“That’s unfortunate.”
I nod. “My thoughts exactly.”
Hunter scoffs. “I’m literally standing right here.”
I ignore him and continue with my explanation. “Okay, so I met him first, and we went out the same night. I’d hate to admit it, but I was actually having a really good time and getting excited for the mind-blowing way he’d promised to lay it down, but then he got booty-called and just left. He was a total asshole, I mean, who the hell does that on a date?”
Maddox glances at his best friend. “She has a point.”
“Fuck me,” Hunter grunts. “How many times do I need to explain that it wasn’t a booty call? It was work. I had to go.”
I scoff. Work. Which means he wasn’t actually leaving me to fuck some other woman, he was leaving me to fulfill a contract and shoot some unsuspecting asshole through the eyes. I wonder how much he got paid to do that. Hell, I wonder if it was enough to justify the situation we’re in now, because had he never left during that date, there’s no way I would have been out on that street, sexually frustrated and willing to throw myself at the first man who came along.
My gaze shifts to Maddox, and my heart suddenly breaks for him. I wonder how he’d feel if he knew exactly what it is that his best friend does for work. Would it change the way he felt about him?
I roll my eyes and glare at Hunter. “If you wouldn’t mind, the grownups are trying to have a conversation,” I tell him, indicating between me and Maddox. “See yourself out.”
“No can do, princess,” Hunter says. “You don’t strike me as the type capable of giving an accurate rundown of events. Someone’s gotta keep you honest.”
“God, I hate you.”
“No, you don’t. You’re fascinated by me. Every thought in that pretty little head is about me. How I touch you. How I smell. How I fuck. You’re obsessed.”
My brow arches. “The only thoughts I have about you are homicidal.”
Hunter grins. “See. Fascinated.”
Fuck me. I think I’m actually going to kill him.
Maddox clears his throat. “Could we leave the murder foreplay for another time? I need to know how we ended up in this situation.”
I creep closer to Maddox, putting the ice cream down on the hallway table just inside my door. “Honestly, it’s all just one big clusterfuck of coincidences. Hunter left me with an itch to scratch and when I saw you the next day, you were more than happy to put out the fire he started, and the rest was history. I had no idea that the best friend you talked about was the same guy who couldn’t close a deal. And trust me, if I knew he lived across the hall, I would have busted down his door days ago and—”
“Fucked me?”
I turn my glare on him. “Beat the shit out of you.”
Hunter’s eyes darken with a deep desire. “Oof, Savage, I’d love to see you try.”