Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 123212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 616(@200wpm)___ 493(@250wpm)___ 411(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 616(@200wpm)___ 493(@250wpm)___ 411(@300wpm)
“Jesus. Calm down, O. I was just asking. What’s got your panties in such a twist this morning?”
Geez, let’s see. It could be a number of things. The ending of that book is one, but then there’s also the image of squeezing Colton's head between my thighs as I came harder than I’ve ever come before. He ran out of here like his ass was on fire, and now Nic is questioning everything I say. Yeah, I have every right to have my panties in a twist, but it’s not as though I’m about to start explaining that list to him.
“Nothing,” I tell him, riding down in the elevator to the ground floor. “I’m just tired. I don’t think I’m working today so I was just about to go back to the pool house and catch a few hours of sleep.”
“Wait … you stayed in that fucking house with Carrington all night? I thought you said you were reading.”
“Oh, my God, Nic. Chill the fuck out. You’re so fucking impossible. I just told you that I was reading in the fucking Library. Where they keep all the goddamn books.” I hit the bottom level and the doors quickly slide open. “So no, I wasn’t bouncing up and down on Colton’s dick if that’s what you’re really asking.”
I step out of the elevator and raise my eyes only to come to a stop.
Get fucked. How is this my morning?
Colton stares back at me with a raised questioning brow and the amusement on his face grinds on my nerves. His body shines with a thin sheen of sweat, and damn it, he looks just as delicious as the first day I showed up here.
He’s clearly been working out in the home gym and it shows by the way his arms seem to bulge more than usual. My mouth waters but Nic’s voice in my ear has me snapping out of it. “Alright, alright,” he says, defensively. “So you were reading all night.”
“Good. I'm glad we got that cleared up,” I tell him. “But what about our talk the other night? I thought you were going to back off?”
Colton takes a step toward me and reaches for the phone. “Who are you talking to?”
I flinch out of his reach and tighten my grip on my phone just in case. “None of your goddamn business.”
“Is that him?” Nic practically roars. “You’re fucking with him right now?”
For fuck’s sake.
“Fuck you,” I say into the phone before looking back at Colton. “And fuck you too.”
I end the call before he has a chance to fight back and storm down the hall, barging past Colton before he can do anything about it either. “Woah,” Colton laughs at my back, following behind. “What’s up with you?”
“Nothing.”
“This isn’t because I didn’t stay and cuddle?”
My mouth drops open and I spin around to glare at him. “Seriously? You’re that shallow that everything has to be about you? Screw you.”
His hands fly up in defense. “Okay,” he laughs, far too entertained for my liking. “So, it’s not me then. I have to admit, that’s a nice change.”
“You know what?” I seethe, “It can be you too.”
“What?” he demands as I turn and start storming away again. “I didn't do anything except rock your world. You know you’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.”
Damn him. If he didn’t give me the best orgasm I’ve ever experienced, I'd be in his face saying something about that comment, yet a part of me really hopes it’s true. I can’t even begin to imagine the number of girls he’s eaten his way through and made scream.
I stop in the hallway and spin around. “What is even going on here? You’re giving me whiplash. Do we hate each other? Are we secretly something more? Do you wanna fuck? Or are we just continuing to get on each other’s nerves only to end up giving in to desires that neither of us understand? What is this, Colton? I need a little definition because I’m so fucking lost right now.”
His brows raise and I watch as he truly starts thinking about it. “I ...uhhh”
“Yeah,” I scoff, turning and walking away again. “That’s what I thought.”
“Hey,” he says, continuing to follow me. “That’s not fair. It’s not as though you have any fucking idea what this is either. How am I supposed to know?”
“I don’t know, but it seems like you’re the one always calling the shots around here. So why don’t you leave me alone until you figure it the hell out.”
“Fuck, Jade. You’re really pissy when you’re tired. What happened to all that ‘hurt me, Colton’ bullshit?”
My blood boils and I turn the corner but as I go to put this fucker in his place, I run into a wall of suits and expensive cologne. My feet bring me to a startling stop as I stare at the six men who hover in the hallway behind me with Harrison, who looks as though he’s just been railroaded by whoever these men are.