Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 60940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Fuck, I don’t know what I thought.
Over the years, I watched her from afar.
I told myself it was to keep her safe.
Protected.
It was what friends did for one another.
Hazel was the only girl I ever let into my life in more ways than just my bedroom. She knew me, and I knew her. Bottom line, no matter what, we were always there for each other. I wasn’t lying when I said I didn’t love her in that way.
Was I?
I guess I never gave it much thought.
I couldn’t.
I wouldn’t.
Chance was like another brother to me. Hazel was off-limits, and we made sure guys were aware of it too. As we grew up, she flourished into this stunning woman right in front of my eyes, and now I couldn’t get her naked body out of my mind.
Her perky tits.
Her slender waist.
Her luscious thighs.
Fuck!
I was a man, hiding the fact that the mere sight of her made my cock hard as fuck. Just thinking about her right then and there caused my dick to twitch.
Before I knew it, I was sitting outside with a bottle of Jack in my hand. I wasn’t one for drinking, but fuck did I need it. I chugged it, savoring the fiery liquid as it burned down my chest.
To make matters worse, Chance watched me like a fucking hawk as if he knew something was up. I blinked, and he suddenly stood in front of me.
He nodded to the bottle. “What’s up, man?”
I took another swig. “I’m just celebrating.”
“Celebrating what, exactly?”
Cocking my head to the side, I countered, “What are you implying, Chance?”
He tapered his stare at me, gazing through me, not at me.
Because for the second time in a few short minutes, he accused, “What the fuck were you doing with my sister in your bedroom?”
I played it off. “What are you talking about?”
“You know exactly what I’m referring to.”
“Actually, I don’t. It’s not the first time Hazel and I have been alone in my room, so what the hell is the problem?”
“My problem is you.”
I bit, “Is that right?
“Yeah, that’s right!” He stepped up to me. “How about you explain to me how you walked out of your room looking pissed as fuck, and my sister left minutes after you, looking like she’d been crying.” His eyebrows pinched together.
Unable to bite my tongue, I snapped, “Chance, just ask me what you want to know!”
“I thought I just did.”
“No, you’re pussyfooting around, so out with it.”
He didn’t hesitate, roaring, “Did you fuck over my sister?”
I jerked back, scoffing. “Do you mean if I fucked her?”
“That’s not an answer.”
“You think I’m capable of that? Or did you forget that she’s my friend too?”
“Friends don’t make you cry.”
I casually shrugged. “You sure about that?”
“Don’t give me that shit, Ledger. I know you.”
“Obviously not well enough.”
“You know what I’m talking about. What happened in there with my sister?”
“You don’t have to keep calling her that. I know who she is to you.”
“Doesn’t look like that to me.”
“You don’t trust me?”
He thought about it for a second. “Do I need to remind you that Hazel is off-limits?”
I shook my head. There was no need for the reminder. “We through here?”
He simply nodded, slowly backing away, never taking his intense stare off me.
I couldn’t blame him for coming at me. I’d do the same thing if a guy like me was fucking around with her.
“You’re jumping to all the wrong conclusions,” I stated, trying to ease the tension between us.
“Am I?”
“We were just hanging out, Chance.”
“Then why was she crying?”
Thinking quick on my feet, I replied, “Tomorrow, she’s moving away from everything she knows.”
“Yeah, no shit. So she’s confiding in you?”
“Something like that.”
“That’s interesting, considering earlier tonight she sang a much different tune about moving.”
“What can I say?” I casually shrugged again. “She’s a woman. You know how that goes.”
After a moment, he sighed deeply. “Fuck, man. I’m sorry. I just… I saw her upset, and now you’re drinking. My mind just went wild.”
“Fair enough. So are we good?”
“Yeah.” He mirrored my stance. “We’re good.” With that, he left.
I didn’t have to think twice about it. I knew what I had to do in order to ease his mind. Even if it meant I’d hurt her more than I already had.
It was the only way to get Chance to see reason and for Hazel to hate me. Two birds with one stone. She needed to forget about me, and I had no problem being the enemy if it meant she’d move on from her illusions of us.
Everybody always said that I was impulsive, and I was about to prove them right. At the end of the day, the truth was, she meant more to me than I could admit to myself.
Let alone out loud.
Finding a chick was the easy part. I never had a problem scoring pussy. Once I found someone, I didn’t have to look over to know that not only was Chance watching us but Hazel was too.