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)
He scoffs and with that, he takes off at the speed of light, leaving all our worries behind.
We reach Nic’s apartment building within six minutes and the whole way here, Kai laughed at the way all the people on the streets would stop and stare as we drove past. This car really doesn’t belong in a place like this but I was sure to bring the cheapest one in the massive garage. It’s probably going to be stolen or stripped for parts by the time I emerge out of here this afternoon, but I need this day with my boys more than I need to worry about a billionaire’s cheapest toy.
I’ve really missed these guys over the past two weeks. They’re my security blanket and without them, I’ve felt so vulnerable, but at the same time, I can’t stop questioning if they knew about my dad or if it’s even true.
Kai drives right through to the underground parking and blocks in Nic’s car rather than parking a Ferrari out on the streets of Breakers Flats.
We get out of the Ferrari and Kai is quick to put on the alarm before he loops his arm over my shoulder and reluctantly hands the keys back. We walk up to Nic’s door and before I get a chance to grab the handle, Kai races forward and throws the door wide, letting it rebound against the drywall.
Nic’s head snaps up from his phone and his eyes go big. “What the fuck are you doing here?” he questions, kinda shocked but kinda thrilled.
He drops his phone on the kitchen counter and strides toward me. I meet him in the middle and am instantly captured into his warm arms. “Fucking missed you, O.”
I pull back and smile up at him. “Missed you too.”
He drops his lips to mine, just as he always does, but I pull back before he can kiss me, making us both stiffen. His brow furrows and he watches me with confusion. “What the fuck was that?”
“Nothing,” I say, looking away and stepping back from his hold, only to have him come right with me.
He leans in toward me, forcing his stare against mine. “Why’d you pull away? You never pull away.”
I shrug my shoulders. “Come on,” I scoff, playing it off. “You shouldn’t be kissing me anymore. We’re not together. Besides, who knows where those lips of yours have been?”
He doesn’t give in, just continues to stare when a low groan comes from behind the bathroom door. “Ahhh, fuck. Not again.” Sebastion grumbles as I hear the sound of the toilet attempting to flush before he tries again and again. “Fuck me.”
The door is ripped open and Sebastian comes out shaking his head. “Bro, I fucked up your toilet again,” he says before his head snaps up. He takes one look at me and his eyes widen, horrified by the glimpse he’s just given me into his world. “Fuck. O. What are you doing here?”
I give him a blank stare. “What is wrong with you two? Can’t a girl just come and chill with her boys every once in a while? What’s with the twenty-one questions?”
“It’s Carrington, isn’t it?” Nic spits. “You’re together.”
“What? I’m … we’re…. no.”
“Are you sure about that?” he questions, “Because you don’t sound too fucking sure.”
“I …” I cringe. “We’re not together.”
“Yeah,” Kairo laughs from the living room. “But you’re not not together.”
I look back over my shoulder and grab the half-filled bottle of soda off the counter and launch it across the room. “Stay the fuck out of this.”
“What is it, O?” Sebastian cuts in. “Are you really fucking this guy?”
My glare slices toward him, wishing I had another bottle to throw. “Shut up and go fix the toilet.”
Nic grabs my waist, his fingers digging in as he holds me a little too tight. His eyes blaze with fire. “Answer the damn question, O. Are you fucking him or not?”
My brows draw down as anger flares through me. “So what if I am? We already talked about this after Charles' funeral. You said you were okay with it.”
“I never said I was going to fucking like it.”
I hear Sebastian draw in a breath through his teeth and groan. “So, what's the fucking issue? Are you threatened by him? Insecure about the fact that he makes me happy and hasn't accidentally fallen into some whore's pussy?”
His jaw clenches and he tugs hard on my waist, making me fall into him. His eyes are like pools of midnight and his grip is like a vice, bruising and painful. “You're mine,” he roars, anger rolling over him. “You always have been and you always will be. How can you not see that?”
The fuck? He’s always been overprotective, but possessive? Hell to the mother fucking no. There’s a lot of bullshit that I put up with from my boys but this? No, this is crossing the line.