Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 100476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
That is, when her annoying friend isn’t stealing her away from me.
I try not to pout when I think of Loden. He’s okay, I guess. Charlotte told me a little about him. How he’s a famous guitarist who hates the publicity and pressure. They met in rehab because he flew off the rails and took out a rich bitch shop in Hollywood or some shit. For some reason, they need each other. And because she needs him in some capacity, I try to reel in my jealousy. Not to mention the fact he’s gay.
Again, having a girlfriend is hard.
Fucking worth it, though.
Her smiles. Her sassy attitude. The dark, starved look in her needy blue eyes whenever she licks the tip of my cock. Totally worth it.
I guess I can understand Roan and Jordy now. The way they easily put all their focus into the ones they love.
Love.
Do I even know what the fuck that shit is?
Apparently so. I’ve never felt this soul-crushing need to be someone’s everything before. With Charlotte, I want to follow her around, picking up any pieces of herself she drops or loses so I can glue her the fuck back together. I want to stand in front of her and slay all the goddamn dragons. I want to carry the little princess up to my tower and ravish her until The motherfucking End. Love is fairytale shit, and I finally get it.
My girl flies out of the classroom, her head down and her ass on fire, as she texts rapidly. I feel the buzz in my pocket, making me smile. She nearly crashes into me, not paying attention. A surprised, slightly terrified shriek escapes her.
“Hey, Charlie girl,” I say, sliding my fingers into her hair and tilting her head up. “Going somewhere in a hurry?”
Fear.
Anger.
Worry.
The blast of emotions flickering at me is confusing. I press a soft kiss to her lips and then frown. Ryan hasn’t tried to mess with her since that night at the football game right before the wedding. I’m worried he’s up to some shit again.
“You okay?”
A shudder ripples through her. “Yep.”
“What happened?”
“Nothing I couldn’t handle,” she bites out.
Anger surges through me. This is the problem with girlfriends. They also piss you off too. Charlotte is independent—something that simultaneously turns me on and annoys the fuck out of me.
“I can’t help you if you don’t let me,” I grind out, glowering at her.
“Trust me,” she murmurs. “I handled it.”
A door slams shut, making Charlotte jump. I dart my eyes to find Wes locking his classroom, his back to us. When he turns, he reveals his face.
Red. Angry. Slashes.
His eyes meet mine. For one second, they’re burning with rage, but then terror gleams in them.
I start past Charlotte, ready to beat his ass, but she digs those lethal claws into my bicep, holding me back. The pussy predator scampers off, disappearing around a corner.
“What did he do?” I snarl, snapping my attention back to Charlotte.
She closes her eyes. “What is it about me?”
Gripping her jaw, I tilt her head up. “Look at me, English.”
Defeated blue eyes part open.
“You’re gorgeous. Sweet. Fucking smart as hell. Athletic. These pieces of shit want a piece of wonderful in their world and will go to great lengths to obtain it.” I peck her lips. “But they don’t deserve you. Hell, I don’t deserve you. But unlike them, I want to take care of you and pleasure you and fucking spoil you. Don’t let a few bad apples taint your view of the world or yourself. You’re perfect. You’re mine.”
She smiles and then it fades. “What happened with him and Roux?”
“Did you ask Roux?”
“I keep getting the brush-off. Something happened. And…” She frowns. “I think I have a pretty good idea.”
“What did he do?” I demand, trying and failing to keep my voice level and calm.
“He’s been asking me to read his poems. Trying to get me to go have coffee with him. Flirting. Making comments about my social media.”
My blood boils. Fucking stalker.
“I’ve been pretty good at blowing him off,” she says. “Usually, I’m in a rush for cheer practice or to come see you. Today, though, he stopped me before I had a chance to leave. He said he wanted to talk about my grades.”
If I’d known she’d spent those last ten minutes alone with him, I would’ve run my ass down here to break his nose for even looking at her.
“He shut the door,” she murmurs. “I got a gross feeling. He was looking at me like he was going to do something. He got closer and closer. I felt trapped.”
I’m going to make this motherfucker go down.
“He tried to kiss me. Like he had that right.” Her blue eyes flare with anger. “All I could think about was Ryan and the way he forced himself on me. So, rather than panicking, I fought. I scratched his face and he quickly stumbled away.”