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)
“Not really hungry.” It's useless to say that because Nikolai will likely push back.
“You need—”
“Okay.” I take the bag from my favorite bakery and grab my drink. “Let’s roll.” I don’t want to go back and forth with him right now. Usually I don’t mind, but I’m really not in the mood. Trying to figure him out is tiring.
“You’re pissed.”
“I am not,” I huff. I’m not sure what I am at the moment.
“You need another orgasm.”
“Oh my God,” I hiss, glancing over my shoulder to make sure no one is around. “Let’s go before we’re late.”
“Fine, but this isn’t over.”
“Trust me. I know.” I don’t think I have known someone who is more relentless than Nikolai.
We make it to school on time and through our first few classes. Yes, Nikolai somehow managed to get every class with me. He doesn’t pay attention to any of them, always playing on his phone or distracting me. A few teachers got annoyed with him and tried to call on him for random questions, but Nikolai always had the answers. He’s smarter than he lets on.
The only time I don't see Nikolai at school is when I'm in the bathroom or locker room, like I am now. I hate gym class. I don’t understand the point. I quickly change before heading up to the gym.
When I get there, I spot Becky standing next to Nikolai. Just great. She’s talking to him, but he doesn’t appear to be listening. He’s waiting for me to arrive. That is until she touches his arm, drawing his attention to her. Becky has her gym shorts rolled all the way up to show off her legs and some of her ass. Like a lot of the other girls, she only has a sports bra on.
I hate her. Thankfully, she has stayed away from me since the incident the other day when she pushed me down. I guess it would be awkward for her to demand that I give her Nikolai's phone number when he is standing right next to me. She could easily ask him for it herself. That thought alone sours my mood even more.
“If you’re jealous and want to make him the same”—Brent comes to stand next to me—“I’m more than willing to help.”
“I’m not jealous,” I lie. I’m seething with it.
“Is he your cousin or something?”
“My sister married his uncle.” I say uncle because it’s easier than explaining things that aren’t anyone's business. “Does that not bother you?” I nod over to Becky. Shouldn’t Brent be trying to get her away from Nikolai or something? I mean, if I were her man, I wouldn’t want her anywhere near him. He’s the hottest guy in this school.
“Nope.” He shrugs. “Becky and I have an understanding.”
I don’t know how anyone could do that. Watch your girlfriend or boyfriend be with someone else. It would be maddening. Nikolai isn’t even mine, and I’m annoyed. When Nikolai sees Brent standing near me, he strides over to me.
“I’ll talk to you later, Red,” Brent mutters for only me to hear before stepping away seconds before Nikolai makes it to me.
“The fuck he want?”
“Nothing.” I shrug. I’m giving him a little of his own medicine. He never explains anything to me or answers my questions, so I’m going to start doing the same. Nikolai's expression turns dark. He can go kick rocks. I’m not asking him what he and Little Miss Perfect were talking about.
“I hate your gym clothes.” His words hit me like a slap.
This morning, he was kissing and making me orgasm. Now he’s bitching about my clothes and talking to my freaking bully.
My clothes are the school-assigned gym top, which all the boys wear, and the shorts all the girls are required to wear. The only difference with mine is that I choose to wear the shirt and not just my sports bra.
Thankfully, Coach Smith comes in and starts breaking us up into teams. I'm not sure what we’re about to do, but I’m sure I’ll hate it either way. I have never been a competitive person. When he tries to put Nikolai and me on a separate team, Nikolai pushes back, getting what he wants. Like always.
This time, however, it really pisses me off.
13
NIKOLAI
I’m really fucking over this mood she’s in. I want the sweet, soft girl that I woke up to wrapped around me this morning back. Not that my mood is any better, and it’s not only because of limp-dick Brent trying to push up on my girl. I hated how I had to leave Riley in her bedroom to get ready. I want it to be our bedroom. But I knew I had to leave, or I would have worked every inch of my dick inside of her tight little cunt.
She’s pushing all of my limits, and I’m enjoying every second of it. But the self-control I’ve been able to maintain is slipping a little more every time.