Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 113837 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113837 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
“I don’t know what I’m doing this summer yet, Mom.”
“What? You always come here.” I opened my mouth to speak, but she cut me off .“Darling, you’ll come to Saint Tropez for the summer. We’ll drink wine and shop, and we can talk about your future.”
Come to Saint Tropez and forget about him, more like. I was glad she didn’t say it when he was right there though.
“And if I don’t?” I asked.
“You will, sweetie.”
“Mom…”
Someone called for her in the background. “I have to go, darling.”
“Are you still cutting me off?”
Her lips pressed together. “When you run out of money, come to France, and we will discuss. Bisous, darling. Bisous, Bellamy.”
Then she hung up.
I threw my head back against the headboard on a groan.
“What the fuck is a bisous?” he asked.
“It’s French for kisses.”
He tossed the ball to the corner of the room, then dragged me onto the bed with him. “I’ll give you some fucking bisous, on your pussy…”
46
Bellamy
Over the past few weeks, living with Drew had become my new normal.
Our after-school ritual consisted of coming back to my empty house and climbing into bed, then laying here, talking before we went to pick my brother up from the bus stop. And the shittiest part about it, it was all about to come to an end.
Drew laid on my chest while I traced circles over her bare back.
We graduated in two days, and I’d ignored that fact for three whole weeks. Because graduation marked the beginning of summer, and every day closer we came to fall was one less I had with her. Come mid-August she was off to Cornell. Thousands of miles away.
But I didn’t want to think about that shit right now.
I kissed over the swell of her chest. Then sucked her nipple into my mouth.
“Insane in the Membrane” blared from my phone, but I kept working my lips down her body. The ringtone cut off, then immediately blasted again. And again. And again.
“You going to get that?” she asked.
“It’s just Hendrix.”
It rang again. Groaning, I snatched the phone from the nightstand and placed it to my ear. “What do you want, dipshit?”
“What took you so long? You porking Drewbers?”
“If you actually need something you better stop with the bullshit or I’m hanging up.”
“You were supposed to be over here thirty minutes ago to help us with that Toyota Tony wanted.”
“Shit…” I glanced at Drew’s naked body. I’d forgotten.
“Shit is right. And while you’re so busy hiding your Willie Wonka in Drew’s chocolate tube, the Oompa Loompas are fucked. Oompa-Loompa-doompadee-doo. What do you get when you guzzle down jizz, getting your ballbag in a terrible tizz. What are you at getting fuckity fucked? What do you think---”
I hung up. Because as long as I had him on the line, Hendrix would sing every freaking contorted stanza of that song.
Drew fought a laugh. “You know, if he wasn’t so insane I’d actually say he’s creative.”
“Don’t ever say that to him.”
If she ever gave him something that halfway resembled a compliment, he’d be strutting around like a peacock with its tail feathers spread.
I snagged my jeans from the floor. “I’ve gotta go over there for like an hour. You wanna come or you wanna stay here?”
“I’ll come with you. I secretly enjoy Hendrix’s weirdness.” Drew scooted off the bed, my gaze trained on her ass when she bent over to grab her dress. “And no, I won’t tell him that.”
* * *
Hendrix poked his head up from the hood of the banged-up Toyota. His glare immediately directed to my right, at Drew as we crossed the overgrown yard.
“You are a thorn in my side.”
I glared at him. He still had a chip on his shoulder over the entire shitshow that went down with his brother’s girlfriend. “Chill the hell out, Hendrix. She’s not here to steal cars.”
The smile that worked over her face resembled the one she’d get before she did something crazy-- like ram a Maserati into my car. “Can I come steal one with you?”
“No.” Adding Drew into the mix would end up in nothing but carnage. That was for damn sure.
She lifted a brow at me. “No?”
Something whistled past us. “See! What is it with women trying to do our guy shit?” He pointed at the open hood. “This is guy stuff.” Then he pointed at Drew. “Not rich girl shit.”
“I’m not a rich girl anymore.”
“Oh, right. Barbie in her Barbie pink Porsche is now a millionaire slumdog.”
“That was a present from my days of wealth,” she said. “I can’t sell it, and I can’t afford another car, so fuck off.”
“You fuck off.”
My jaw set. “Hendrix…”
“And I’m pretty sure anyone can steal a car,” Drew continued, because God knew she couldn't stop. “Doesn’t require a dick. Besides, not like I want to actually steal it.” She rolled her eyes. “Just go for a joyride.”