Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 112567 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 563(@200wpm)___ 450(@250wpm)___ 375(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112567 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 563(@200wpm)___ 450(@250wpm)___ 375(@300wpm)
That caught me off guard. “I’m not—”
“Could you even really love Monique?” Duck’s tone wasn’t the light, easygoing tone he usually used, and something within me broke. “Could you, Lei?”
I swallowed. “That’s not fair. I just lost Chanel, and I. . .just met Monique.”
To my shock, Duck stalked over to me.
What the fuck?
I unfolded my arms, wandering what the hell he was about to do.
Then, he shoved the bundles into my hands. “I’ll be in the sparring ring. Waiting. Get dressed. We can finish talking about this there.”
I blinked and took the clothes. “You are the one that’s in trouble. I wouldn’t be so eager to jump in that ring if I were you.”
Duck didn’t say anything as he turned around, fisted his hands, and stomped off.
Are you fucking for real?
Scowling, I carried the clothes back into the tent.
Thankfully, Monique was still asleep and didn’t hear that exchange because she might have those same questions that Duck had.
And. . .I had no answers.
Sighing, I set the clothes down on the table. Duck had my clothes crumpled and balled together.
I set those to the side.
Meanwhile, he had neatly folded Monique’s items. Her bra lay on top of her pants and top, along with her socks.
I quirked my brows.
Wait a minute. Bra. Socks. Pants. Shirt, but. . .
I undid her small pile of clothes and searched around.
No. He didn’t. . .
I rummaged through mine and didn’t see the missing item there either.
Did he take her panties?
An uncontrollable rage roared through my body.
Oh, I’m definitely undoing those stiches.
Fast, I hurried over to the other side of the tent to dress.