Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 170885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 854(@200wpm)___ 684(@250wpm)___ 570(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 170885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 854(@200wpm)___ 684(@250wpm)___ 570(@300wpm)
Considering I acquainted myself with his female—and male—friends, I knew she was not on the list.
Clara.
I remember the name because I made a note to visit her IG as well, but I didn’t have time since it was already five and I needed to get here.
Who the fuck are you, Clara, and what’s your favorite way to die?
I’m about to step into the scene and ask her just that—or maybe just scare her away. That shit comes naturally to me.
Leaves crunch beneath my shoes and Brandon’s head tilts in my direction, but he doesn’t look at me.
“You don’t have to run, Clara.” He sinks his fingers into her hair, drags her head back, and slams his lips to hers. Her tongue peeks out and he resists for a fraction of a second, keeping his lips shut, before he opens, just the slightest bit, and she shoves it inside his mouth.
I stand still, head cocked to the side as I watch him kissing her.
Or is it the other way around?
His muscles ripple and roll, his back rigid, his biceps bulging, then his long fingers tighten in her hair.
Fighting.
That’s what he’s doing. He’s not enjoying the act. He’s fighting.
What are you fighting, lotus flower?
He seems to be struggling to kiss her, or maybe he’s struggling to keep his libido under control.
My gaze slides down to his shorts, and no. There’s no erection in sight. Kolya would’ve gotten that in a few seconds after a heavy make-out session.
Old Kolya, that is. The new one is clearly an idiot who will be written out of my will.
Brandon whirls her around, so I’m greeted by her back as he deepens the kiss. I don’t even look at her meaningless presence, my gaze zeroing in on his face that barely contorts.
Barely moves.
Barely feels—if at all.
He’s Frenching the fuck out of the girl, but his eyes are wide open. Not once closing or getting lost in the act like she is.
His gaze flies to mine and I hold it, locking my eyes with his robotic ones as I cross my arms.
Show me what you got, straight boy.
A frown appears between his brows as if he can hear my thoughts while I remain there watching, not the show, but his face.
I relish the subtle change, how his expression morphs from control to conflicted emotions. Hate? Lust? Both fucking hot, if you ask me.
I reach down and adjust my dick, then keep my hand there and clutch it through my shorts, showing him the damning effect he has on Kolya.
He didn’t even speak to me, but a mere look is enough to turn a man into the worst sinner.
Bran’s eyes widen, and yeah, he’s definitely not focusing on Clara one bit right now. Not even a fraction of his attention is on her.
Just to fuck with him, I roll my bottom lip beneath my teeth, then mouth, “Wanna give me a hand?”
His eyes spark a bright shade of blue as he jerks away from Clara almost violently.
“Whew, that was intense, babe,” she breathes out and I’m about to bash her head in and send her over that cliff in her convertible.
He faces away from me, but not before I see the evidence in his shorts.
My, my. Is that…a fucking erection?
I mean, he could’ve gotten that because of kissing her. It couldn’t have possibly been me.
He’s straight.
Insert rolling of eyes here.
He hides away behind his flimsy walls, subtly adjusting himself before he faces Clara with the most fake-ass smile. “I just missed you.”
Bullshit. I don’t even think he believes what he’s saying.
Blondie sure does since she throws herself in his arms again. “BABE! I love you so much. This time forever. I’m never leaving you again.”
I have to physically force myself to turn away, because if I don’t, I might go over there and punch Clara. Or accidentally kill her. And we don’t want a dead bimbo on our hands.
Besides, I might have a more adequate plan for Clara.
Prince Charming better watch his fucking back.
6
NIKOLAI
So I realized that I need to chill the fuck out.
Brandon who?
The guy who will take my cock between his lips and thank me for it, that’s who.
No. Jesus Christ.
Chill, Kolya.
Just chill for one fucking second, dude.
Though it’s impossible to convince him of that when I’ve been spiraling for over twenty-four hours.
Ever since I saw that atrocious scene with Clara.
While he only has that one picture of her on his IG, she definitely flaunts him all over hers.
My man x
Babe, you keep me alive x
Isn’t he the most handsome man ever? x
Love you, sexy x
Blah fucking blah.
According to her posts, they’ve been together for about two years.
Fuck that right the fuck off.
My sister Maya, the social media detective of the family, said they’re in an on-again, off-again relationship. She thought I wanted to fuck Clara, to which she scrunched her nose and told me to stay away because she was just so hung up on this Brandon guy and I could do so much better.