Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
“Don’t lie to me, sweetness.” He called me that nickname Friday night too. Nikolai releases his hold on me. I stare in shock as I watch him stroll back out of the library. What the hell is going on? I’m in the twilight zone.
This can’t be good. Nikolai has no reason to be here except for me. He’s been on me about my knees, but would he really enroll in my freaking school to find an answer? That is so over the top. Why would he do that? Unless he told Matteo and my sister about it and Matteo is making him.
I scratch part of that thought. If my sister knew I was having problems at school, she would have been all over me about it. I've done everything in my power to keep her from finding out. Mona spent all of our childhood trying to take care of and protect me. She has her own little family now. That is where her focus should be. She already spent too much of her life doing that. Now she gets to be free. I need to learn to take care of myself.
“It must be my lucky day.” Oh God. I fight not to roll my eyes at the sound of Brent’s voice. He embodies every cliché you've read about or seen in movies about the popular jock. I don’t think he even knows my name, so why is he talking to me?
“Hey.” I force a polite smile, not wanting to create any more issues for myself by being rude to him. Brent has always given me an uneasy feeling. We have a few classes together. A few times I thought maybe he was staring at me, but it was likely because I’m new. He is, however, Becky's boyfriend.
“You’re Riley, right?” He leans up against the table.
“That’s me.”
"I've seen you around a lot." Well, yeah. We have a few classes together, and I’ve been here for months now. I notice he doesn’t tell me his name. He expects me to know it. I mean, I do, but I also know the names of the other students in all my classes.
“I don’t want any problems.” I glance around, hoping that no one sees the two of us talking. The last thing I need is more problems with Becky. She has it out for me as it is. Imagine how bad it will get if she thinks I’m talking to her boyfriend.
“No problems.” He smirks. “I want your number.” I'm pretty sure that was supposed to be a question, but he doesn’t make it sound like one. He’s cocky, but not in a way that works. Brent can’t pull it off. Not the same way Nikolai can. Brent sounds like an entitled jerk when he makes demands.
“What?” Do I need to remind him that he has a girlfriend? One that enjoys making my life hell? I’m starting to think they have some sort of open relationship or something. Considering she demanded earlier that I get Nikolai’s number for her.
“Your number.” He repeats this again, pulling his phone out. “I’m having a party this weekend.” Okay, maybe he’s not hitting on me. However, it's possible that he's planning a practical joke to humiliate me. I could have a Carrie moment that would complete my high school experience.
“I don’t do parties. Sorry.” A part of me wants to be a snot and say I don’t do them because my brother-in-law gets me into some of the most exclusive clubs in the city. But I don’t want to be a dick. Brent hasn’t done anything outright to me.
“There is a first time for everything.” Brent steps closer to me, crowding me.
A hand comes down on Brent’s shoulder, making him jump. Even without spotting the tattoos, I know it’s Nikolai.
“The fuck?!” Brent tries to turn and jerk out of Nikolai’s hold, but that’s pointless. I know this from experience. Once Nikolai has you in his grasp, he’s not letting you go until he wants to. And by the expression on his face, he’s nowhere near ready to let Brent go.
“All of Riley’s first times belong to me.” He gives Brent’s shoulder a squeeze, making him wince before he finally lets him go.
“The fuck do you think you are?” Brent half shouts as he spins to face off with Nikolai. He takes a quick step back.
“Who I am is none of your fucking business." Nikolai sets down a tray filled with food on the table. Food isn’t allowed in here, but I’m sure no one wanted to step up and inform him of that.
“Do you know who I am?” Brent might have taken a step back from Nikolai, but his ego isn’t going to let this go. He also might think he’s safe because we’re in school. So he can run his mouth.