Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 71632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
“Do it elsewhere,” she spits at me.
Damn. I hate this woman. Really, really dislike her and her perfect ass and tits.
Fuck her.
“I would do it elsewhere, only you’ve planted your plastic ass on the sheets I need to wash.”
“Wash them another day!” she barks.
I shrug. “If you want to be fucked in the same sheets he fucked me in only two nights ago, by all means, I won’t stop you.”
Her mouth drops open. And for a moment, she just stares at me. “He wouldn’t fuck you. Look at you, you’re like a pretty boy.”
Well, I’ve been called worse things in my life.
Pretty boy isn’t so bad.
I cross my arms. “Ask him, I’m sure he’ll tell you. After all, you’re not his girlfriend, you’re just a woman he fucks because you can’t take a hint.”
Her nose scrunches up. “I can guarantee I fuck him a thousand times better than you ever could, little girl.”
“I prefer pretty boy, and I’m sure you do. Didn’t stop him riding me in that bed, over and over ...”
“Get out!” she screeches.
“Gladly, but make sure you keep the comforter on when you have sex with him. We exchanged a lot of bodily fluids.” I scrunch my nose up. “You know what I mean? The man is insatiable.”
Her face goes red, and she shakes a little. It makes me feel a whole lot better about myself. For a second, anyway.
“I don’t believe you. Last time we were together, he told me he couldn’t stand you, that you were, and I quote, ‘annoyin’ as fuck and he wouldn’t have you here if you didn’t do such a good job’. His words, not mine.”
Asshole.
He probably did say that, too.
Hell, he’s probably fucking us both for fun.
Seems like his style. Still, I’m not letting this bitch get to me.
Hell no.
I stare at her, and she grins, like she’s won.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” I say, “was that supposed to upset me?”
She scowls.
“Enjoy those crusty old sheets ... Wait, what’s your name? He’s never mentioned it.”
She huffs, and I turn and walk out.
I move down to my room and step inside, closing the door for a moment. God damn. That hurt in a really strange way. I’ve never felt that feeling before. I’ve felt outrage, and raw hurt, and anger, especially when I found Enzo in bed with my sister, but I’ve never actually felt jealousy. I’ve never had a reason to be jealous. I was with Enzo for so long, and until he became a giant dick, he never gave me any reason to be jealous.
Before him, I don’t know, I guess I was always just confident and didn’t care.
So, why the fuck do I care now?
I decide fuck Mason, I’ll clean his house tomorrow.
I’m having a day off. He won’t fire me. I do too good of a job, remember?
I pull out a bathing suit, text Chantelle, and tell her we’re going to the lake before going out tonight, and then I gather some sexy as hell clothes to go out in and turn, strutting down the stairs and to the front door.
As I open it, Mason is just pulling his keys out. We come face to face, and his eyes drop to my clothes and he frowns. “Where are you goin’?”
“I’m having a day off. If you fire me, so be it. You’ll regret it, and we both know it. I need a break.”
I go to step past him, but his hand curls around my upper arm. “Not a good idea goin’ out alone.”
“I won’t be alone, I’ll be with Chantelle, at the lake, with a shit load of hot men and this gorgeous red bikini I’ve been dying to wear out.”
Mason’s eyes flash and he leans down. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“Mason?”
We both turn and see skanky Barbie standing at the top of the stairs, looking so hot even I want to lick her, and I can’t stand the stupid cow. Mason’s eyes widen, and that feeling slams into my chest again. Fuck. Fuck this. “Petra?”
Ugh. Even her name is sexy.
“Oh, I forgot, your little girlfriend is here for you. I wasn’t supposed to be here, so she informed me. So, I’m going to go out and let you enjoy that.”
I snatch my arm out of his and walk out.
Not looking back.
Dammit.
Fuck.
~13~
SASKIA
Chantelle giggles, and I glare at her.
“Why the actual fuck are you giggling at me?”
“You’re jealous. I can’t believe it. I’ve seen every emotion from you, but never jealousy. It’s adorable.”
“I’m not jealous!” I snap.
Oh. But I am. So jealous. Insanely jealous. Fuck.
“Oh, honey, you are. You really are. Nothing to be ashamed of, I get jealous all the time.”
“How?” I mutter. “With knockers like those, you have nothing to be jealous about in other women.”
She looks down and wiggles her boobs. “True. But still, we’re women, it happens. It’s a good thing, though.”