The Unperfects – The Perfects Read Online Rachel Van Dyken

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Funny, New Adult Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 50770 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
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I jump at the sound of the pop from the champagne and glance over at Chloe, she looks sad.

I get up and walk around the kitchen island and pull her into my arms while she holds the champagne bottle, then kiss the top of her head. “Need help?”

Sophie glances at Chloe, then at me, her eyes narrowing. “How long have you guys known each other? A day?”

“Yeah.” I immediately don’t like her. “And I already earned a kiss in several special places, jealous much?”

Chloe relaxes against me.

Yeah okay, noted, they’re competitive, and Sophie is clearly jealous that Chloe has someone. I can read the room.

Sophie laughs, it’s actually a nice laugh, not too high pitched, just amusing. “No, I don’t have time for guys, I’m married to myself.”

“Good for you, I hope you bought yourself flowers for the ceremony.” I joke.

She smirks at me. “You’re a handful, aren’t you?”

“In more ways than one, right Chloe?”

Sophie’s eyebrows shoot up. “Wow, so it’s like that, hmm?”

“Yup,” Chloe chimes in. “I’ve decided to start taking initiative and chances, even though he could have been a serial killer. Then again, his scream while falling to his death via bungee jumping kind of made me realize that he probably couldn’t even hold a knife without shaking.”

“Hey!” I spin her in my arms, the champagne bottle rests between our bodies. “I thought you were sworn to secrecy.”

She winks. “Whoops?”

“So, what movie did you guys see?” Sophie interrupts. “And let me guess, you did the whole what’s your favorite color, memory, oh please do not tell me you guys took a walk on the beach.”

We’re both silent.

She shakes her head. “Yes, little risk taker, do you.” Sophie hops off the barstool and waves at us. “I’m headed to bed, this story isn’t going to get any more exciting.”

“Sweet dreams,” I call out after her, more like ever-loving nightmare. I shudder and grab the bottle from Chloe. “So, she’s nice.”

Chloe sighs and leans against the counter. “She’s just… been hurt in the past and doesn’t do well with new people, add that to her competitive nature and being a twin, well it’s not the best mix of things.”

“Not even a little bit.” I take a swig from the bottle and grin. “Pretty sure I charmed the shit out of her though.”

“Oh buddy.” Chloe pats me on the shoulder. “You did your best, that’s the most I’ve seen her smile in two years.”

“Success.” I lean down and press a kiss to Chloe’s mouth, her tongue slides past my lips, I almost drop the bottle, instead I set it on the counter, then set her on the counter and grab her by the ass.

“Mmmm.” She moans into my mouth, arching against me, hooking her feet behind my ass and pulling me closer. We taste like champagne and need. My entire body is hot for her, I’ve never been this guy.

Apparently today is backward day because she’s never been this girl—according to her.

She reaches for my shirt and tugs it off my body, throwing it to the ground while I reach for her jean shorts and start to unbutton them.

She suddenly freezes.

We’re both panting, our mouths inches apart.

Her hands drop and she shakes her head a bit. “I’m sorry, I just suddenly got super dizzy.”

“Are you okay?” I cup her face. “I can leave.”

“No, no, it’s fine. Let’s maybe just sit on the couch, watch a movie, then make out. Sound good?”

“I do love a good make out session.” She really doesn’t look good, all the color’s left her face. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

Her smile seems forced she nods and pats me on the shoulder. “Of course I am, just give me a minute to catch my breath.”

I don’t believe her, but I also don’t want to leave, not if she’s not feeling well and I can tell she doesn’t want me to go either. “Okay.”

I help her hop off the counter and we go to the couch; she grabs a blanket and turns on Netflix, she’s suddenly yawning and leaning on my shoulder. We settle on watching Free Guy, which I’ve seen a million times—never gets old though, so we hold hands and eventually, like a half hour into the movie, I’m yawning too.

My eyes get heavy.

Before I know it, I’m dead to the world.

I jolt awake when my phone goes off in my pocket. It’s Ambrose.

And it’s also like four AM.

Shit.

Ambrose

Did she kill you or are you alive or just dead via sex, text back, bro.

I quickly answer.

Me

Sorry, dickhead, I fell asleep.

Ambrose

I’m so disappointed.

Me

That I’m alive?

Ambrose

No, that you fell asleep mid sex.

Me

There was no mid sex, only champagne and a movie.

Ambrose

No action at all.

It feels wrong actually telling him something did happen, so I just answer that I’m tired and am going back to sleep.

Speaking of sleep, Chloe is nowhere to be found.


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