Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56410 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56410 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
The night was humid and warm, a little off for this time of year, but she welcomed a change from the suffocating atmosphere of the party.
There were so many people outside that it felt suffocating even out in the open. Their loud, drunken voices carried far and made her head pound even worse.
I shouldn't have taken the shot. You idiot.
Alistor’s house was insane, like over the top and dripping with money. The backyard had a large fire pit, a circular patio couch around it. The flames were bright and high, and the people lounging on the white cushions were either tossing back their drinks, smoking weed, or all but fucking.
Then there was the pool, half naked, well-endowed girls splashing around, and the guys, their bodies toned and hard. It was clear they had too much time on their hands to be working out that hard at the gym.
She saw Haden, one of the football players who was known to fuck just about anyone who had a heartbeat, in the hot tub surrounded by three girls. Their bikini tops barely covered their nipples. One girl made out with Haden like she was practicing CPR, and the other two were kissing each other, but their hands were beneath the bubbling water, and Keira could only imagine what was going on down there.
She couldn’t stay out here forever, hiding from Reese and her ridiculous feelings, coupled with the embarrassment that she couldn’t even hold down a shot.
Keira let herself have this small reprieve as she made her way to the side and away from everyone—well, as much as she could, since people seemed to be everywhere. Molly would come searching for her eventually, but right now, she just wanted to get her bearings.
There was a small but gorgeous garden that was about twenty feet away from the patio. Fortunately, most of the people kept close to the house where the food, booze, pool, and hot tub were.
After taking a seat on a small cast iron bench surrounded by flowering trees and shrubs, she stared at the house. Her beer buzz was pretty strong, or maybe it was the shot she guzzled down that made it feel even more intense. She wasn’t used to this feeling.
A good girl.
A prude.
Too smart to be any fun.
Those were some of the bullshit things they called her at school. Not that she cared, but she felt so out of place at these things maybe she was all of those stupid labels.
She rested back on the bench and stared at the sky. There was a breeze that picked up, and it stirred the flowers, creating this floral aroma around her.
She sighed, feeling weird and like an outcast, but then heated as she remembered the smoldering look in Reese’s eyes as he stared at her. Maybe he did want her?
She scoffed. No, the truth probably was far from that. No doubt it was all in her head, wishful thinking… projecting what she wanted.
She heard the song that came from inside the house switch, the volume increasing, and the lyrics so filthy she actually shifted on the seat.
Bitch, fuck, and pussy were every other word in the song. She closed her eyes and breathed through the feeling that started to increase in her. The shot was ten times more potent than the beer, and for the hundredth time since she drank it, Keira regretted her decision-making skills tonight.
The sound of someone coming closer, twigs breaking and feet clearly stumbling over each other, had her opening her eyes. She straightened just as she saw some guy weave his way in and out of the bushes. He had a beer in one hand and his cell in the other. The phone was pressed to his ear as he slurred out directions to Alistor’s house.
“Dude, just get here.” A moment of silence passed before he said, “Yeah, Grade-A, prime pussy, man. This ain’t no lower-side snatch.” He chuckled, and Keira found herself curling her lip at the sound of his voice. “Man, you can score two times over tonight. Girls are so wasted they don’t care if you got money or not. Yeah, yeah. These Black Mountain bitches want the poor fuckers like us when they’re smashed.”
Wow.
“Okay, just hurry your ass up.” He ended the call and shoved his cell in the pocket of his jeans, lifted the beer bottle to his mouth, and chugged the rest before tossing it into the garden. He hadn’t noticed Keira yet, and maybe she’d be lucky enough he’d keep walking. She didn’t need that level of doucheary in her life.
But just as he was about to turn and head back to the party, his eyes landed on hers. He narrowed them, as if he couldn’t see her very well despite the decorative lamp posts placed around the landscaping.