Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 75519 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75519 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
“You make it sound like a chore.”
“Cade, why are you being so sensitive?”
“Sensitive? I’ve barely seen my best friend in the last month for the first time in twelve years. You think you’d be a little more understanding?”
Caught off guard by his attitude, I countered, “Are we fighting?”
“You tell me.”
“I never want to fight with you. I miss you too, okay? Can we just call a truce?”
He eyed me skeptically. “Is this about a guy? Are you seeing someone?”
I jerked back. “Why would you think that?”
“I don’t know. You’re acting differently. I can’t put my finger on it.”
“I just told you I’m not hiding anything from you. Why don’t you focus on your own life instead of butting into mine?”
“Butting into yours?” He scoffed, abruptly standing.
“Cade, I didn’t mean—”
“You obviously did. Listen, if you wanted space, all you had to do was be honest with me.”
“I don’t want space. You’re just on my butt like I’m hiding something from you when I’m not. I don’t appreciate feeling like I’m on the witness stand with my best friend and he’s trying to catch me in a lie.”
“I wouldn’t have to if I felt like you were telling me the truth.”
“Cade, don’t be like that.”
“Fine. Keep your secrets.” He nodded behind me. “Hayley’s here. I’ll catch you later.”
With that, he turned and left, never once looking back to see how I reacted to his outburst. I couldn’t take anymore. It seemed as if it was one thing after another and I had no control. Cade and I didn’t fight and even when we did, we always made up almost immediately.
“What just happened?” I asked myself, taking down yet another shot.
The longer I sat there, the more time I had to contemplate how messed up my life became from the moment I learned of Adrian’s dirty little secret as he called it.
I started to get mad.
Really, really mad.
This was all my fault.
Actually, this was all his fault.
Before I knew what I was doing, I called an Uber and put in their address.
Adrian
She beamed. “I can’t believe I’m here with you.”
“Is that right?” I retorted on cue.
It was always the same.
Women had been telling me this for as long as I could remember. It was never a big deal. I didn’t care about the illusions they created in their heads of what they thought was going to happen between us.
I made no promises.
Ever.
Not. One. Fucking. Time.
“Hey, you listening?” whatever her name was questioned. “Do you remember my na—”
“I don’t care about your name.” I purposefully walked toward her.
“Well I know your name” she sassed.
“I’m sure you do. I’ll tell you what I want to know.” With my thumb, I reached out to rub over her mouth in a back-and-forth motion. “How these pouty lips would feel wrapped around my cock.”
Her breathing hitched.
I shoved my thumb into her mouth, ordering with conviction, “Get on your knees and show me how far you can deep-throat my dick.”
She sucked on my thumb like a damn pro, unbuckling my belt.
“Good girl,” I praised, removing my thumb. Bringing her closer to me by the nook of her neck, I groaned in her ear, “Pull out my cock.”
Her skin immediately warmed my hand. She was one of the sorority girls or some shit. All their faces blended, all but one. I didn’t know her name and I didn’t care. She took it upon herself to follow me back to my apartment from the party on the third floor of our complex. I was simply giving her what she wanted.
She did as she was told with unsteady hands.
“Stroke it. Harder,” I demanded.
“Like this?” she breathed out.
“Yeah…”
I jerked her head back and she moaned as I dragged her down to the ground. Taking my cock out of her grasp, I stroked myself up and down in front of her face. Showing her how I liked it.
She peered up at me with hooded eyes. When she realized what I was doing, they glazed over like she’d never seen a man stroke himself before. Or it could have been the size of my dick.
Either way, I was used to it.
Looking down at her, I rasped, “It’s not going to suck itself, sweetheart.”
She didn’t have to be told twice. Her soft, wet, hot mouth swallowed me whole until she fucking gagged.
“Deeper,” I insisted, enjoying the feel of the back of her throat.
This woman followed directions nicely, but she wasn’t sucking me as far as I wanted, so I did it for her. Gripping onto the sides of her face, I began fucking her mouth, making her choke and I growled. Swiftly, I found the rhythm that had my head falling back.
“Good girl, such a good girl,” I groaned, staring up at the ceiling, simply thinking about the girl I shouldn’t.
I relished in the feel of her lips wrapped around me, but I’d been drinking. I wasn’t going to come fast. Especially after I looked back down at her and she wasn’t who I wanted her to be. It only pissed me the fuck off.