Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 84673 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84673 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Kady quickly shook her head. "No, of course not. I..."
His eyes laughed at her. "Go on."
She squirmed, and he smirked.
"I..."
Taking pity on her, he said lazily, "You like me however I look, is that it?"
His beautiful little chick blushed even as she nodded, and she was just too fucking adorable that he had to kiss her again.
After, Kady felt like she was still floating as she made her way to class. Slade was just so—-
"I never thought you'd be that kind of girl."
Kady came to a startled halt, and looking up, she saw Eric standing right in front of her. "Excuse me?"
"I saw you and your old man kissing—-"
"He's not my old man," Kady said patiently, "and you know it."
"Whatever." Eric's lips pursed in disapproval. "I saw the look on your face. You never looked like that when I kissed you—-"
Because you never made me feel the way Slade makes me feel, she thought.
"You can't seriously think he's good for you, Kady."
"I do think so—-"
Eric let out a sound of exasperation. "And your parents? What about them? Have you ever thought of what they'd do once they discover your boyfriend—-" Eric's lip curled at the word. "—-isn't just a small-town hick but a predatory older man who's obviously brainwashed you into acting out—-"
"I'm kissing my boyfriend, and I'm acting out?" she couldn't help bursting out. "What about the times you and Margaux were seen everywhere making out almost right after our breakup - was that Margaux making you act out?" Kady was hoping to shame him into backing down, but instead Eric's expression turned triumphant.
"I knew that had to be it," Eric exclaimed. "You're doing this to try and make me jealous—-"
Kady burst into laughter, and he abruptly stopped talking.
Had I really fallen in love with this toad, she couldn't help asking herself. It was just unbelievable, how many years she had wasted loving him, when all along he had been nothing but a narcissistic idiot with perfect hair and equally perfect teeth.
Looking back at Eric, she said calmly, "You can think whatever you want, Eric. So if you'll excuse me—-" She smiled at him politely. "I need to get to class."
Kady walked away, hoping and praying that would finally be the end of it. Now that she had seen for herself who the real Eric was, she also realized how she had so stubbornly insisted on seeing her idealized version of Eric the whole time they had been dating.
And the only reason she had done so, Kady realized with an inner wince, was because during those years, Eric had been the only one - outside her family and so-called best friend - who made her feel she wasn't worthless and invisible.
The rest of the evening picked up after that, and for the next two hours, she divided her time between happily crunching numbers for a pop quiz and daydreaming about Slade the moment she had submitted her paper and scored an early dismissal for herself.
Thinking that she would try surprising Slade for a change, Kady decided to simply search for his truck in the parking lot instead. But when she finally spotted a familiar dark head standing next to an equally familiar-looking truck, it was Kady who ended up tongue-tied and immobile with shock.
Because a woman had just come up to Slade...and slapped him.
Words Get In The Way
"No one is more hated than he who speaks the truth." ~ Plato
SHE HADN'T PLANNED to fall in love with him. All she wanted was a job near her school. That was all. But before she knew it, she had already fallen head over heels. It was just impossible not to. The sexy twinkle in his eye, the charm, the wit. And in a time where chivalry was considered a thing of the past, he was always such a gentleman with her, and she knew that had to mean something.
She dreamt of him almost every night and found herself living for his smiles. She was so eager to please, she would practically follow him wherever he went, wanting to be the first to give him whatever he needed. Anything. Everything.
But soon just being there for him wasn't enough. She wanted more. She needed more. And she believed it was the same for him. That even without him saying a word, she knew he wanted and needed more, too.
He was just too much of a gentleman to make the first move, and so she lovingly decided to take matters into her own hands: slipping into his room under the cover of darkness...taking her clothes off...showing him just how much she loved him.
And that was when everything went wrong.
He had forced her to cover herself before dragging her out of his room, furious but also baffled. "What the hell were you thinking—-"
"I love you!"
But the words had only made him more furious.