Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 142764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
The voices. Fighting. Drew. Sebastian.
They were standing inside the bedroom arguing about something when I ran past them to get into the bathroom.
Fuck. Damn. Shit.
Sebastian’s judgment stings more than anyone’s, and I don’t want to look weak to him, but I also know that deep down, this was eventually going to happen. If it wasn’t obvious before, it is now. I love Drew.
Not trying to fix things or give him a second chance would be stupid, but I can’t act weak either. I can’t just act like I did before, rolling over and taking whatever he gives me.
With my head hung low, I walk over to the door, and with a sigh, I tug it open. Their voices get louder as I approach them, but neither seems to pay me an ounce of attention.
Cool, does this mean I can go back to sleep?
I cast a glance at Drew first, who has his fists curled tight and his arms hanging down on either side of him. Thankfully, he’s not naked but wearing a pair of navy basketball shorts that hang deliciously low on his hips.
"You have no right to come barging in here and demand a single thing from either of us.”
The air becomes electrically charged, and I realize just how serious this is. Sebastian takes a step forward, his presence suffocating. My gaze cuts to him, and I notice then that he’s already dressed in his usual slacks and perfectly pressed white button-down. Even his shoes are gleaming.
Releasing a heavy sigh, I make a mental note to tell the guy to relax a little. There's no need for all this at...I glance at the clock on the nightstand...the numbers are hard to read. It looks like seven, eight, or nine. Really, it could be any of those times, but I choose to go with the earliest ’cause it sounds better.
It’s seven o’clock, and these assholes are arguing.
Sebastian crowds Drew further, but that doesn’t matter as Drew doesn’t appear to be bothered by it. In fact, he gives Sebastian a challenging smirk. With that smirk alone, my chances of going back to bed swirl down the drain.
There is way too much testosterone in this room right now. My heart stutters in my chest when Sebastian pulls his fist back like he’s going to punch Drew. Shit. I do the only thing I can think to do and jump between them, my back pressing firmly against Drew’s front, bringing me face-to-face with the meanest guard dog ever.
"Sebastian, back the hell off. All this yelling is hurting my head.”
Blurry vision makes it hard to see shit, but I can see him clutching a piece of paper in his other hand. I snatch it and shove it at Sebastian's chest.
He hisses out a breath, and Drew huffs against my ear.
I glance up at him. "You too! Both of you, opposite corners, go.” I can't read the paper without my glasses, so I wave it toward Drew. "What is this, and why is it making you two scream at each other before we’ve had coffee?”
He angrily snatches the thick cardstock back and then tosses it on the bench at the end of his bed. “It’s ridiculous bullshit, is what it is.”
"Ridiculous bullshit that you’re keeping a secret? I thought you were trying to be a better person?" I’ve had enough of the sarcasm and taunting from Sebastian.
Well, I know he means well and wants to protect me. He has no stake in this fight. This is between Drew and me.
I shift my gaze to Drew, looking for an explanation. “What does he mean?”
Drew cuts in front of me, ignoring my question and moving too fast for my addled brain and body to respond.
"I am changing fuckface, but it’s difficult when there’s someone like you breathing down my neck, pointing out every mistake I make, like it’s a goddamn intention. I can’t just wave a fucking wand and be a class A gentleman, nor would I ever want to be. That’s not the person Bel wants either. Now, get the hell out.”
I can feel the icy rage rolling off Sebastian, slamming into anything that’s in its wake. "The only way I’m leaving is in a bodybag or with my sister in hand. She shouldn't even fucking be here."
Okay, that hurts a little bit. Stings even, but this is my life, and I’m an adult who is very capable of making her own choices. That, and I’m really getting tired of being talked about while being in the room, instead of being included in the conversation.
"Excuse me but did you guys forget I’m standing right here? And that I’m a big girl who was caring for herself long before either of you came along? Neither of you have any say over what I choose to do, who I see, or where I go."