Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
“How many times must I ask you to call me Carol?”
“Sorry, Carol. You’re looking lovely tonight.”
“Don’t hit on my mother. She’s got a special surprise waiting in the other room that won’t take kindly to it,” Drake says.
“Whoa, replacing me,” I tease, pressing my hand to my chest.
She pats my cheek, looking almost sad, as if she wasn’t hiding a grin. “Sorry, you’re too young for me.”
“Don’t make me kick your ass,” Drake growls.
“Like you could. Besides, you know damn well I’d never hit on your family, you asshole.” I shake my head and walk forward, nearly colliding with Everly, who is walking and talking on her phone. I threw my arms out and caught her before we slammed into each other.
“Sorry. I wasn’t paying attention,” she stammers out.
“Obviously not,” I grumble, staring at the cell phone in her hands. Who the fuck is she talking to that had all of her attention? Irrationally, I want to crush that damn thing and never let her make a call again. She’s an adult and not my property, but it doesn’t change the way she gets under my skin every time we meet.
She glares at me, huffing with her nostrils flaring and her pretty, light brown eyes staring daggers at me. “You don’t have to be a jerk about it. It’s not like you’re not built like a brick wall. You’ll survive. I’m the one who was steamrolled by a giant.”
“Still, all the more reason to be careful, little girl. You don’t want to end up on your back.” The thought of her on her back with her legs on my shoulders or wrapped around my waist as she takes every inch of me fills my head and I want to slam my fist into a wall. I’ve fought this attraction for years for good reason.
“Are you giving him shit again?” Drake says, stepping in the way, creating a divide.
“He’s just barking at me for accidentally bumping into him. I’m going to school. I’ll be back later,” she says, pushing past me as if I’m nothing but a nuisance.
“You’re not staying for dinner?” I asked, watching her backside like a damn meal itself. Damn it, Martinez, get a hold of yourself.
“No, I have a class and mom forgot. Must be the new guy. Well, I’ll see you all later or not.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I questioned. She was old enough to move out and everything, but was she not planning on coming home tonight? Who the fuck is she going to be with? That motherfucker had a death wish. Drake told me she was single, and she didn’t date.
“I mean, you two will be going home by the time I get back. Isn’t that the modus operandi?” she huffed, scowling at me.
“Sorry, we’re busy trying to become doctors, little brat.”
“Sorry, we all can’t be saving the world. Some of us are trying to keep people from aging poorly.” She reaches up and brushes the sides of my hair where the hint of gray has appeared. I started seeing the gray about six months ago. My father said it ran in his side of the family down the line, and many in their early twenties were already gray. At least I made it to twenty-nine before it happened and I’m not going bald. I had classmates that were bald at twenty-three.
“Be careful, little problem child. Do you plan on putting on a jacket? It’s not summer yet.” It wasn’t freezing out, but there was a chill in the air now that it was later in the evening. Soon it would be hot all the time, but it was about sixty-five.
“I’m not a child anymore. I just turned twenty. Just because you’re an old man, it’s not my fault, and my hoodie is by the door, daddy. Don’t get bent out of shape. I’m not going to catch a cold.” She keeps fucking with me. She’s the one who is going to get bent…bent over.
“I need a word with you, Ev,” Drake growls, walking his sister toward the door right past me.
“Come on, I’d like you to meet my betrothed,” Mrs. Mitchell says, taking me away from the woman that gets my dick hard and my heart pounding. I walk away reluctantly, but she’s wrong because I’m going to be here when she gets home. This conversation isn’t over with. Maybe it’s time that I started acting my age.
“Fiancé?” I questioned.
“Yes.”
Mrs. Mitchel lost her husband about ten years ago, but I didn’t even know she was seeing anyone seriously. Her take on relationships wasn’t like mine. I planned on waiting until I finished residency because I had a goal in mind and women were a distraction.
Drake got his dating habits from his mother. The revolving door was something Mrs. Mitchell had perfected with her men. She admitted that no one had compared to the man she lost, so she’d never marry again. I’m actually shocked.