Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Hopping out of the car, I shut and lock my doors. I may be in a nice area of town but that’s no reason to risk it. Shit, when I picked up Christy at the shitty little restaurant, I had to sit there with the doors unlocked waiting for her. She really needs to transfer to a nicer place or quit.
I can’t figure out though, why she seemed agitated with me when I told her I was going out on a date with Sophia. It’s not like I’m going to sit there all night long playing nanny to her young ass.
She’s eighteen, she’s an adult now. I don’t have to babysit her, do I? Wipe her ass and change her diapers?
Walking into the apartment building, I push the button on the elevator. Maybe I should have chosen Melody. At least with her I could have just honked the horn like some asshole teenager and watch her come out of her house.
Sophia is nothing if not punctual. When I ring her doorbell, she answers it within a few moments.
Looking me up and down, she says, “It’s been a couple of weeks, Alex. Where have you been hiding yourself?”
Smiling, I look at her body and instantly feel something completely different than the last time I went out with her. I feel like she’s just not what I was wanting. I have to mentally yank myself up by my ears from the letdown feeling in my stomach and give her a smile.
“The usual—gym, dojo, then home. Got my fight coming up in two weeks.”
Walking out of her apartment, she says, “Is it that time again, already? I thought you had said you were taking time off.”
“Time off between fights, Sophie, not from fighting.”
Wrinkling her nose, she says, “Sophia. You know I don’t like people shortening my name.”
Thankfully, I’m walking behind her because I’m rolling my eyes. I haven’t forgotten, I just don’t really care.
We head out to the restaurant in my car even though she would much rather take her sensible BMW. She hates being flashy, I guess.
Shit, I am really trying to remember why I even liked being around this chick as she keeps rolling her eyes at my dinner plate.
“Must you eat all of that meat? It’s like you had the chef slaughter a whole cow.”
“I’m still in training for the upcoming match, Sophia. I have to keep my body in shape.”
Nodding her head, I can see the gears in there working. She’s really only with me because of how damn good my body looks, I bet. I mean, we have absolutely zero in common beyond thinking the other one is hot. Well, that and being really good in the sack together.
Food done, we start driving back to her apartment. Normally we head to my house for a long night of hot sex but I don’t think that’s such a good idea tonight with Christy there.
Sophia must have not been paying attention to where we are going because when she looks up from her phone, she asks, “Why are we going back to my apartment?”
“Something wrong with us spending time together there?”
“Yeah, I have to clean up your mess in the morning.”
What the fuck? What mess? I ask myself.
“I have a house guest at mine. I figured it would be a little more comfortable this way.”
“Oh. Well…” she trails off as her phone chirps at her. Sticking her nose back into the phone, she goes back to ignoring me.
When we get back to her building, I walk around the car to open up her door for her and I feel a rumble of annoyance in my stomach. She doesn’t bother to say thank you or even really acknowledge my presence.
That damn phone.
Walking behind her, I notice her bun is so tight it doesn’t budge at all on her head, and her pencil skirt doesn’t reveal nearly as much as it would have on Christy.
Christy and that juicy ass she has when she runs…
Fuck. That is so not who I need to be thinking about right now.
What was once attractive with Sophia is now just annoying me as I stand beside her in the elevator. Fake blonde hair, nose stuck up in the air, and that boring attitude is just not working for me.
I need feistiness. I need to be challenged. I don’t need to be fucking falling into some boring routine with a woman who doesn’t even really know me.
Just a fuck and I’m out of here.
She opens up her door and I follow her inside. Finally, she sets her phone down and turns to me.
Somewhere between the first floor and walking into her apartment she lost all sexual appeal to me.
Shit.
“Let’s get this started, Beast, I have to be in court super…”
Bringing my hands up, I shake my head. “Nah, not tonight, Sophie. I think the food’s turned on me.”