Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
“I haven’t had anything to drink. I just arrived right before you pulled up.”
“Then you have no problem taking a test.” I glare at the woman on duty. I know it’s not her fault that I’m at a frat party where everyone is getting wasted or that it got busted. Hell, I don’t see anyone even watching me, but my friends swear that Julian has eyes on me.
“Fine.” I take their test and pass, blowing perfect zero. “Told you. Can I go now?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll see you later.” I wave off Kate who is standing with Joey before going back to the apartment.
When I get home, Julian is standing in the doorway with his tux on, but his tie is gone, and his arms crossed, accentuating his large muscle. The scowl on his face couldn’t be any more severe if he tried.
“What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be trying to fight off the rich women clawing at your sleeves?” I challenged, wanting to fight with him. If what she said was true, this bust of a night was his fault.
“Get in the damn apartment now,” he snarls, teeth clenched.
“Excuse me?” My head tilts to the side, and my temper elevated.
“You heard me.”
“What did I do wrong?”
“I got a call from my cop friend, informing me that my vehicle was at an illegal house party with a bunch of underage kids. I’m a fucking doctor, Everly. You know the risks of drunk driving, damn it,” he roars. I’m in his face.
I breathe on him. “Does it smell like I was drinking?”
“No.” I had no intention of drinking, but it seems like everyone just expects the worst of me, including the man I want the most.
“Goodnight,” he mutters.
“Goodnight. Here are your keys. From now on, I’ll take the damn bus to school, Dr. Martinez.” I walked past him into the house. He reaches out for me, but I storm away and into my room, closing the door before he could react. As I stripped out of my clothes, I heard him sigh and then finally walk to his room and close the bedroom door. It strikes me that he’s home for the night. He came home for me.
I switch into a pale pink silk pajama short set and then wash off the makeup. He’s in the shower, which means he’s not asleep yet and I can apologize for making him come home early. As I head into his bedroom, I remember he has a load of laundry that I need to put away. I take it inside and set the basket down.
The phone number that was on the dresser is balled up in the empty trash. I scoop it out “Wow.”
I sit on his bed with paper in my hand and stare at it. Who the fuck still writes their phone number on paper? I suppose it’s still a thing, but…I hate whoever she is.
“What the hell are you doing in here?” he growls. I gasp and stare at him in just a towel wrapped around his tapered waist. Water beads down his chest, muscles are everywhere, and I can’t look away. He’s a true work of art that should be immortalized on walls, but then that would mean I’d have to share him, and I couldn’t do it.
“Um…I came in here to apologize for making you come…” Damn it.
“What?” His brows shot up and I could swear something else jumped up too.
“I mean…I’m sorry that…you’re mad at me.”
“Mad at you? You have no idea what I am right now. Mad is just one thing, little girl.”
“I’m a little girl and I’m allowed to go out and have fun.”
He rushes toward the bed, tension in his entire body. His hand goes to my hair, fisting it. “Did you go to meet a boy?”
“No. Of course not,” I answered, my lips parted. His other hand wraps around my throat while his thumb rubs my jaw. The tender rub of his thumb is in complete contrast to the tight grip he has on my hair.
“Who is Linda?” I questioned, opening my free hand, showing him the balled-up paper.
After a glance at it, I see the disgust on his face. “A nurse. I thought that was in the trash where it belongs.”
“I found it on the floor and thought it was there by mistake.”
“No, so now that you apologized; it’s time for you to get your naked ass off my bed.” He releases me and takes the paper, tossing it in the trash before opening his bedroom door.
“I’m not naked, Jules.” He crosses his arms, causing his muscles to flex as he shakes his head at me.
“No, but you might as well be.” He licks his lips as he stares right at my tits that are pebbled under the pink camisole.
“I could be if you wanted,” I offer, running my finger under the thin strap of my top, teasing him. I’d give him anything he wanted, and I could see how much he wanted it. Every part of his body was screaming he ached to fuck me. The way his eyes trailed down my body, the lingering gaze on my breasts and the huge bat he had ready to push through his towel.