Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
“Since freshman year, you have gone out of your way to torment me and I can’t figure out for the life of me what I’ve done for you to treat me this way. But now I realize, you don’t really need a reason because you’re just an asshole and that’s what assholes do. I am so glad I will never have to see you or your henchmen again. Fuck you.
My eyes burn with unshed tears and the catharsis of finally being able to tell my nemesis off feels like I’ve won a huge award. I reach for the doorknob to leave him and this stupid party behind. I’m sure Lea will understand. She’s probably having the time of her life.
But to my shock, Jackson grips me by the arm, whirls me around and then slams me against the door. He presses his body against mine in a maneuver so quick, my mind is unable to process what’s happening.
“You think I’m the one who tormented you? You’ve got to be kidding me. You have that completely backward baby doll. You’re the one who tormented me from the time we’ve met. You have been nothing but a distraction from the moment we met. Even when you weren’t around, you’ve tormented me. Haunted my dreams. Turned me into the very thing I vowed I’d never be.”
What kind of gas lighting bullshit is he on, I’ve never— wait what?
Baby doll?
My breath catches in my throat as I become keenly aware of the heat of his body against mine. He plants his hands on either side of my head, becoming a hovering menace, caging me.
“T-th-this isn’t funny, Jackson.”
He lowered his head until our noses are nearly touching. “You’re right, this isn’t funny. I find you in my room carrying on with that creep. What do you think I should do to you?”
My lips quiver and I suddenly feel like one of the heroines in the racy romance books I sometimes read. I quickly shake my head to dispel that thought. I was no romance heroine and Jackson Champion was no hero.
“You should let me go,” I say even though my tone lacks the conviction I try to convey. I’m still not sure what’s happening here, but only part of me wants to push him away while the other half keeps me rooted to this spot, fascinated to see what will happen next.
“Let you go? Now that I finally have you where I want you. Where you also want to be? You want to hook up so badly, it might as well be with me.”
“I—”
Jackson gives me zero chance to respond before his lips are on mine. And for the second time tonight, I’m taken by surprise with a kiss. But unlike last time when all I felt was mildly curious, an unexpected warmth swirled within my belly and slowly spread through my limbs.
What was going on here? I had to be in the middle of some kind of fucked up dream. If someone were to tell me that Jackson Champion would end up kissing me, I would have laughed in their face.
That tingling sensation I get in my core when I angle the shower head just right catches me off guard.
No.
I can’t be one of those girls, who easily falls in the arms of a hot guy just because of a kiss. And this is Jackson after all. My sworn enemy.
Common sense that I thought abandoned me, reappears and my fight instinct strengthens.
I twist my head away and with an open palm, I slam my hand against his cheek with a resounding smack.
My attack, clearly catches him off guard, because he stumbles backward giving me the chance to make my escape.
I just managed to get the door unlocked when he wraps one sinewy arm around my waist and lifts me off my feet.
“You’re not going to get away from me so easily. I’m giving you what you want.”
“I don’t want this!” I cry out, kicking futilely against his strong hold.
Jackson carries me across his room and drops me on the bed. He catches my foot when I aim it at his midsection.
A smirk curves his unfairly full lips. “So you want it rough? Okay, I’m game.”
He captures my wrists and transfers them to one hand before pining them above my head.
I thrust my hips upward to buck him off but it doesn’t have the intended effect. Jackson inhales sharply and grits his teeth almost as if he’s in agony.
“Fuck!”
“Let me go!” I thrust again.
“Doing that will ensure that I don’t.”
I open my mouth to yell for help but he swallows my scream. And stuffs his tongue past my lips in an unexpected invasion that robs me of my breath.
I wiggle and strain to break free but Jackson is too strong. My mind races a a million miles an hour as I try to figure out why this is happening. It can’t be because he’s suddenly overcome with the need to ravish my body.