Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
“Is that why you throw yourself at me?” I regret the words the second they leave my lips, but it’s already too late.
“God, I’m sorry that I have. You’ve corrected that problem. You have one less big-breasted blonde after you now.” She gives me a shove, just enough to create space, and leaves my room. I’d chase after her ass, but I’m still naked. Damn it.
Dressing as fast as I can, I head out into the lobby with my coat and hat in hand because I need to meet my parents, and taking Vivian’s bratty ass sounds like a great idea.
Right now, I could use my parents’ help. I fucked things up so damn bad, but I’m not sure how the hell I’m supposed to fix it. I need to find her and straighten shit out before I lose the love of my life. There is no way I want her thinking I was fucking that scheming whore or anyone else.
I hit the lobby, and it’s my worst nightmare come to life. Vivian is with some guy, smiling, and I’m filled with pure possessive rage. This asshole is trying to put the moves on Vivian. This trip has been one hellish moment after another, but this has to take the fucking cake. She doesn’t bother to shoo his ass away. No, she continues talking to him as if he hasn’t tried to slide his hand onto her waist more than once. I want to rip his heart out like mine is, but it’s not his fault that Vivian is beautiful and single.
No, that’s mine, and I know that I’ve antagonized her, made her think that I didn’t care, pushed her away to keep my lust at bay, but damn it, can’t she see how much I’m obsessed with her? Hell, it doesn’t help that she saw that bitch come out of my room half-dressed, and my foolish, lust-filled attempt to correct myself blew up in my face.
When he brushes her hair out of the way, I lose my temper. Having enough, I storm up to them.
“What the fuck, Vivian?” I snap, glaring at her. She doesn’t flinch one bit, but her pretty hazel eyes are full of emotion.
“Oh, I didn’t see you there, Simon,” she says, smiling up at me while still standing extremely close to this prick, inviting his touch as if intentionally torturing me.
“Obviously you didn’t because you wouldn’t have been flirting with this asshole, unless you want me to break his face and fingers,” I snarl, giving him a cold, warning glance. I swear I’ve seen him around town, and he should know better than to touch my woman.
“Whoa. I’m not trying to overstep.” He throws his hands up and quickly walks away, not even daring to give Vivian a second glance. She thought she had a tough guy there, but the pussy was quick to bow out, which was wise.
She’s so damn adorable when she’s pissed. I want to take her back to my room and finish what we started by bending her over my knee, pulling down those tight fucking pants, and reddening her ass until she calms the fuck down, but that’s not going to happen for several months. “How dare you, Simon? For three years, I’ve given you my undivided attention and adoration, only for you to continue to act as if I’m bothering you. Don’t come over here trying to act like you’re entitled to tell me who I can and can’t talk to.”
“Entitled? You’re out of your damn mind. Just because you’re pissed at me doesn’t mean you get to flirt with all these stupid, eager dicks out here. I’m trying to stop both of you from making a stupid decision.”
“Stupid decision? You got snow bunnies jumping in your lap and out of your damn bed. You’re screwing every blonde while demanding I behave. I thought I made it clear that I was no longer on the long list of many admirers. So, Mr. West, I am allowed to date whoever the fuck I want…and that doesn’t include you.”
“You’re making a big mistake, Vivian.” I grip her by her wrist, feeling the way her pulse upticks.
“No, I made a mistake falling for you.” She looks over my shoulder to a group of girls. “I have people waiting for me. Oh, and one of them is an admirer of yours too,” she adds with a scoff. She’s pointing at Shelby Colman. Her father’s a great customer of mine, but she doesn’t know how to take the hint that I have no interest in her.
My phone rings in my pocket. It’s my dad, who is probably wondering where I am, but I send it to voicemail. “Take your call and leave me alone. In fact, I hope we never see each other again. Forget you ever knew me, and I’ll do the same.”