Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 43827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
She looked out of place and lost for a minute there while she tried to regroup. She opened her mouth to say some shit else to me but I cut her off. “I don’t think we have anything else to say to each other since you pretty much just admitted that you were riding some other dick while you were on mine. Bye.”
She looked like a defeated rat as she slinked away and headed for the exit. I went back to what I was doing, breathing a sigh of relief that I’d dodged that bullet. I’d made up the story about getting kicked in the nuts, I saw that shit on TV once, but I was sure she wasn’t having my kid. Yes condoms fail and shit, but I’ve been extra careful with my shit since I had a scare in high school.
I heard someone behind me and wasn’t expecting her, wasn’t sure who I was expecting. I certainly didn’t expect her to throw herself at me and clamp her lips onto mine. I soon knew what she was up to when I heard the sharp inhalation of air behind me. Fuck me, seriously?
I pushed Marcy away and turned to her knowing what I was going to see, but still gutted by the look on her face. It didn’t escape me that she’d just suffered something very similar, and I didn’t know how the fuck I was going to get out of this one, since it looked really fucking bad. “Baby…”
She held up her hands and backed away from me, cutting my heart in two. Did she have to look so pitiful? There were tears in her eyes and a look of such hurt on her face, that I knew without a doubt that she’d misunderstood the situation. “Fuck. Camille, come back here.” She fucking ran from me.
“Hey where’re you going?” Marcy tried to make a grab for me but I evaded her touch. “I want you gone from here when I get back.” I headed out the door at a run and was just in time to block her from getting into her car. It was only the blinding tears that had slowed her down enough for me to catch up.
“Please baby don’t, nothing happened, it’s not what you think.” How can I convince her that what she’d just walked in on was not my doing? She’d been through so much shit already I was afraid this might be the last straw, fucking Marcy. Her little face was pitiful and tear stained as I held it up to the sunlight.
“Just let me go Grant.” Her voice was broken, that’s the only word for it, and I wished I could break Marcy’s neck for doing this to her. I knew all about her sick obsession with Camille, that’s not what Camille had called it, but reading between the lines it was easy to see that the other woman had a serious hatred for her.
The only thing I wasn’t sure of was if that hatred stemmed from the fact that Camille had the bigger trust fund, or that she was more beautiful. Whatever the case, the shit had been going on for about as long as I’d been in town, and I couldn’t help but wonder if that was the reason she’d come after me. Camille had let it slip that she’d had a crush on me since high school. I was inclined to believe it was more than that, but I wondered if the one-time friends had ever discussed it.
“I can’t baby, not like this. Nothing happened here, I didn’t even know she was coming over. She hasn’t been by in weeks, things between us have been over for a while.” I noticed Marcy standing in the stable doors looking smug and wanted to wring her neck. “Why are you still here? Leave before I call the sheriff to remove you. And if you ever come here again I will take out a restraining order against you. Trust me, that’s the least of what I will do to you if you pull this shit again.”
She smiled slyly like she knew she’d won, and the mere fact that hellcat didn’t even make a grab for her told me that she was hurt to her core; fuck. I hated that defeated look on her face, but when I reached for her she pulled away. Fuck that. “Hey, don’t be stupid, do you really think that I’d do that shit to you after all that you’ve been through? Do you think I’m such a fucking asshole that I’d take you to my bed just to fuck you over like this?”
“Please Grant I can’t not now, just let me go to my meeting I’m already late.” I studied her face, everything in telling me not to let this shit end like this. I couldn’t read her, not the way I always could. We needed to discuss this, get to the bottom of what had gone on here today, but she was right, she needed to keep her appointment since she’d already missed it yesterday.