Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 108846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
I hatched this plan on Friday night while the asshole slept soundly after his sexcapades and have been fine-tuning it all weekend instead of giving my school assignments the attention they deserve. The good news is it was a suitable distraction from my heartbreak.
I’m not a spiteful person by nature. I thought I was going to pee my pants when he started counting to five, and when those smoldering eyes landed on me, I almost abandoned my nerve.
All in all, though, I think it went off rather well.
This will teach Ronan to be a little more considerate toward his roommate.
With my plan successfully executed, I get dressed for work.
10. Ronan
“You’re lying. It’s impossible to get kicked out of Sin!” Dean, a leggy guy with a protruding Adam’s apple and glaring tan lines, exclaims around a mouthful of his sub sandwich, thin strands of lettuce spilling out of his mouth as he talks.
“And yet superstar here managed it, all by himself.” Connor’s heavy hand falls on my shoulder. “I can’t decide if it was the blow job or you fingering the cocktail waitress that pissed off the bouncers more.”
A raucous chorus of applause and laughter erupts in the staff area behind the Wolf Hotel—a plain fenced-off area of picnic tables and a few planters—as the guys react to Connor’s dramatic retelling of Friday night.
“And then what happened?” Lopez, a guy from customer service whose first name evades me, asks. He seems decent. The kind who lives at home and does everything his mother asks of him, including marry the good Catholic girl from down the street. She wouldn’t approve of him sitting with our degenerate lot.
“We left.” I ball up the wrapper of my own sandwich and chuck it into the trash can, then lean back on the park bench and revel in the warm sun. Unlike Connor, I’m not one to fuck around and talk about it.
“Yeah, but—”
“Come on, now.” I nod toward a group of female employees sitting at the table next to us, pretending not to listen. They don’t need to hear a bunch of pigheaded crew guys talking about blow jobs and fingering.
“And then we swapped,” Connor goes on to say. “And damn, did that girl know how to suck a cock.”
“So, you basically had three chicks that night?” Lopez gazes at me with awe.
“In one form or another,” Connor answers for me, earning my warning look.
A group of women emerges through the back door, and the guys shift their focus off the topic of me and my dick to ogle them.
“How did David manage to land her?” Franco, another crew guy, asks, as we watch the blond who was at Sin with Ryan’s ex stroll out, a flowery lunch bag dangling from her fingers, sharing a secretive laugh with her friends as they take a nearby table.
And so it begins, the gossip, the speculation. These guys all know about it, which means Ryan would have heard about her ex by now. I wonder how she’s taking it.
After this morning’s shower stunt, I shouldn’t care, but I actually find myself replaying the exchange and chuckling. Good for her. Nothing wrong with a little spite fuel.
“I’d tap that.” Connor tips his head back to finish his can of Coke. He lets out a loud belch, earning frowns from their table. Of course, most of them melt away when they see who it’s coming from.
“How do you get away with that?” Franco gapes at Connor.
“Same way I get away with asking a girl if her friend can join.” Connor’s face splits into a wide grin, showing off his dimples. “I’m so damn irresistible.”
Another round of laughter erupts.
I’m reaching into my pocket for my Marlboros when the exterior door swings open and Ryan steps out, her brown paper bag in hand. Heads automatically turn. Her cheeks flush as she quickly seeks us out and begins walking over.
“She eats lunch with you?” I ask.
“Never, which means something must be seriously wrong.” Connor grabs the trash from the space between us, making room for her. “Baby sis! What a rare pleasure!”
“Shut up. I’m only three months younger than you.” She wipes the bench with a readied napkin before sitting down gingerly.
I shake my head.
“What? I just picked up my clothes from the dry cleaners.” Her gaze skims my dusty pants, telling me without words that she thinks I’m dirty. At least she doesn’t sneer.
The other guys have drifted off into their own conversations—which, thankfully, are too low for us to overhear because I’m sure they’d only prove Ryan’s theory that the crew is a bunch of STD-riddled cavemen.
Connor nudges her shoulder with his and asks softly, “What’s goin’ on?”
“Nothing. I … needed to get out of there.” She quickly unpacks her lunch onto her lap. Yogurt, apple, grapes, and a cheese sandwich on thin dark bread that is probably healthy but is cosplaying as cardboard. I’ll bet her meals are as predictable as the sun setting each night.