Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
He stalks to his bed, and before I can join him, a pang of nausea sweeps over me with violent force. No, this is not happening right now. I cover my mouth, and Drake shoots me a confused look. Without a word, I run out of his bedroom in search of the bathroom.
Chapter 10
Drake
I think Taylor hates me, or at the very least she’s changed her mind about our arrangement. The second I get her into my bedroom, she runs out of it like it’s on fire. Confused, I chase after her, locking the door behind me.
There are way too many people in my house to leave it open for puck bunnies and curious people to browse through it. I made that mistake years ago and had the Queen of the Puck Bunnies waiting for me in my bed when I came back. I didn’t act on her advances. Nope, I threw her sorry ass out.
Moving people out of my way, I rush down the hall to the bathroom. It’s locked, so I knock and call out to Taylor.
“Are you okay?” I ask her.
“Yeah, Drake. I’m fine. Just don’t feel good.”
“Let me in,” I demand.
“No,” she snaps.
“C’mon. I’ll hold your hair for you.”
I don’t even care that people can hear me. All I care about is Taylor and if she’s okay.
With some hesitation, Taylor unlocks the door and cracks it open for me to step inside. She’s sitting on top of the toilet seat with her head between her hands, her dark hair so long it touches the tiled floor.
I lock the door behind me and then sink to my knees in front of her, taking one of her hands in mine.
She peeks at me from beneath her lashes and blue eyes that are watery study my face. “I feel like shit. I thought I would throw up, but the room keeps spinning and nothing happens. I didn’t eat before I came over here. Never let me drink on an empty stomach again.”
“Do you want me to take you somewhere to eat? Or I can order something online and have it delivered to the house.”
She nods. “Yeah, how about pizza? I need carbs when I drink, or I end up getting sick.” Searching the bathroom, her eyes land on the medicine cabinet. “Any chance you have some Pepto or something that will settle my stomach in the meantime?”
“Yeah, let me check.” I sift through the cabinet and then the drawers until I find an open box of Pepto-Bismol. Punching out a few pills from the pack, I hand them to her. “Hang on. I think we have cups in the closet. Jamie gets up in the middle of the night for water. He usually keeps some in here.”
She takes the small bathroom cup from my hand and gulps down the pills.
I sit on the floor with my back against the glass shower doors, knees bent into my chest, and remove my cell phone from my jeans pocket. “What kind of pizza do you want?”
She taps her index finger on her lips. “How about pepperoni?”
I nod and open the app to place an order for delivery.
Taylor leans forward to touch my knee. “Will you eat some of it?”
I laugh. “Yeah, I can always eat.”
“I’m sure you can,” she says with a smile touching her lips. “I still think of how you told me you would eat me.”
“I will… just not when you’re ready to puke. I’m not really into taking advantage of drunk girls.”
She smiles, blaring a set of white teeth. “I’m not drunk, just a little buzzed. You know, I wouldn’t have drank so much if it weren’t for you.”
I cock an eyebrow at her. “And how is this my fault?”
“You looked like you were ready to fuck Stephanie when I walked into the kitchen.”
My laughter shakes through me. “Are you serious? I was only doing what you asked me to do. You wanted me to…” I say, making air quotes to mimic her words, “… maintain my dirtball image.”
“Well, you couldn’t have picked a dirtier girl to do it with,” she snaps. Her top lip curls up into a snarl, nostrils flared.
“You can’t be mad at me,” I declare. “We had a deal. I held up my end of the bargain.” Reaching for her hand, I add, “The only woman I want to spend my time with tonight is you, Taylor. This, right here, is the best part of my night so far.”
She chuckles. “Because I’m so much fun.”
“You are everything she’s not,” I admit. “So, don’t worry about girls like Stephanie. They have nothing on you. Never did.”
“Hiding sucks,” she hisses. “I wanted to kiss you the second I saw you tonight, and we both had to pretend like we don’t even know each other.”
“We don’t have to pretend, Taylor. At least, not right now.”