Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 98082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
My heart skips a beat as I think of Big Red. It’s been two days since I’ve seen him. I rub at my chest.
Can you miss someone you don’t know? I’ve gotten so used to seeing him. I’ve worked double shifts, and still, he was there when I arrived to get my studying done. A morning or two, I’d gone to the diner to get my schoolwork done first because this place is a zoo and I can’t think straight.
Even then, he has walked in in all his fine glory. I shake my head. When did I become so obsessed with a man I don’t know?
I slip on a red thong and give myself one more once-over. I’m so tempted to lie on the bed and rub one out to thoughts of all that red hair between my legs. I bet my orgasm would be as powerful as he looks.
I roll my eyes at myself. This date isn’t even with him. I need to pull it together. Good thing I don’t know his name. Wouldn’t put it past my scrambled brain to call Ferg by the wrong name.
I look at the time and growl at myself. I really do need to get some studying in before my date. Shrugging off all my wayward thoughts, I head to my jewelry box for my hoop earrings.
The moment I open the box, fire runs through me. My hoops are missing and so are my bracelets Angel had been eyeing. My fingers tingle as if sparks of anger can fly from them.
I need to move out of here. The lack of boundaries has reached new heights. Placing a hand over my belly, I remember the weekend I decided to be adventurous.
I’d gone to a fair upstate, and while there, I got these bracelets. They were something just for me, a little splurge on myself. I glance at the time and I’m pissed all over again.
I need to get to the diner to study. Storming out of my room, I go in search of Angel. I find her and Leona in the living room eating cereal, my cereal. I ball my fists. Ugh, I hate it here.
“Where are my earrings and bracelets?” I growl, surprising myself.
“Oh, I borrowed them the other day for my date,” Angel says and shrugs like it’s no big deal.
“You better go get my shit and clean them. Now. By the time I’m walking out of the door, I better have those fucking earrings and bracelets in my hands,” I seethe.
“Oh shit,” Leona breathes.
“And you put my money for that cereal on my desk. I told you last week to stop eating my shit. I can’t afford to sponsor you trifling, disrespectful bitches and I’m not your fucking doormat to keep stepping on. I’ve had enough,” I snap.
The sound of a slow clap breaks through the tension in the room. I turn to find Tangy leaning against the wall with an amused grin on her lips as she claps.
“I’m here for it. I told y’all to stop underestimating her. I would have been whipped both y’alls asses,” Tangy sings.
I roll my eyes and turn back for my room. Once inside, I do have to give myself a pat on the back. I never speak up for myself.
I don’t even know where that just came from. I look in the mirror and give myself a smile. I still feel that tingling in my fingers, and my chest is so warm.
I close my eyes and take a calming breath. I’m not about to let these bitches give me a heart attack or stroke. Maybe it’s time I look for a new place with new roommates.
“I can come out of my comfort zone for some peace. It’s only going to be for four months or so,” I mutter to myself.
I really am over living here.
***
I tuck my hair behind my ear and highlight the last passage I just read. A few more pages and I’ll be able to make my flash cards to study. I’ve been so lost in my books I haven’t been watching the time.
After finishing the last of my notes, I look to see what time it is. It’s getting kind of late and I’m hungry. Glancing around the diner, I don’t see any signs of Ferg.
I wait for the disappointment to hit, but it never comes. However, when I think of my biker and the fact that he hasn’t shown up either, I sag in my seat with a pout.
“Hey, honey. You still don’t want anything?” Helen comes over to ask.
I sit up straight and rub my palms on my jeans. I think her words over. I’ve been telling her I don’t want anything more than water because I’ve been waiting to have dinner with my date.
My cheeks warm with embarrassment as I realize I’ve been stood up. As if to taunt me, my stomach growls. Even the guys I don’t want don’t want me.