Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Mom drones on about the new club she’s joined and from the sound of it, it’s just as pretentious as the one she belongs to here. I ‘ooh’ and ‘ahh’ at all the right times as I relax down into the couch and close my eyes.
I tell her about my shitty day and she reminds me to keep my chin up before calling me out for acting like a bitch.
The door opens and my heart starts to race as I sit up. Nate’s due to be home any time now and I don’t doubt it’s him walking through the door. I can just see it now, he’d walk forward, lean over the couch and kiss me before walking over to the fridge and helping himself to a drink.
I peer over the top of the couch as I hear his footsteps by the door before it closes behind him. My heart falls flat. It’s not Nate. It’s Lukas.
Fuck me. Could this day get any worse? I mean, did Brooke invite him here just to piss me off? The timing seems a little too convenient.
I groan and fall back down onto the couch, ignoring him as he walks by. I expect to hear him walking across the back of the couch before turning down the hallway, but when the sound stops right behind the couch, I end the call with mom.
I look up to find Lukas leaning over the back of the couch, looking down at me with a hungry smirk as he takes in my body. The only good thing about this is seeing the black eye and cut lip which someone so thankfully gave him. “Is there something you need?” I grunt, calling on my inner bitch once again.
His smirk becomes amused. He doesn’t reply, just simply watches me, making me uncomfortable.
I groan and go to get up off the couch when Lukas presses a hand down on my shoulder, keeping me in place. “Don’t go,” he says, dropping his hand and walking around the front of the couch.
I watch him as he takes a seat beside me and throws his arm over the back of the couch while propping his feet up on my coffee table. “What do you want?” I question, desperately wanting to keep my distance.
“Relax,” he laughs. “I’m trying to apologize.”
“Really?” I laugh. “Could have fooled me.”
“Come on,” he says. “You’re so uptight.”
“I have a perfectly good reason for that,” I remind him. “Now, if you wouldn’t mind fucking off, I have stuff to do.”
“Look,” he says. “I’m going to be hanging around for a while. Don’t you think things would be easier if we put that shit to bed.”
“Interesting choice of words.”
His lips raise into a proud grin. “Come on, Tora. It was just a joke.”
I stand up and look down at the turd relaxing on my couch with my eyes narrowed to slits. “It wasn’t a joke and you know it. You came into my home with the intention of trying to get me into bed. Two for the price of one, remember? You don’t care about Brooke. She’s easy ass and I see right through you.”
Lukas pushes up from the couch and steps into me, towering over me with a sick grin. I want nothing more than to shrink away, but I’ve been in this position a million times before with Nate growing up and backing down simply isn’t an option. I will not appear weak. Not in front of this pig.
Lukas raises his hand to my cheek and curls his big fingers around the back of my neck, making me want to hurl with the touch. “You think you’ve got me all worked out,” he says, showing his true colors.
“Scumbag,” I spit. “You are not welcome in my home. I want you out.”
Lukas barks out a laugh and a moment later, his lips are crushing down on mine. I squirm, trying to break his hold, but his hand around the back of my neck is holding me still as he forces his tongue inside my mouth.
I bring my hands up to his chest and go to give him a hard shove away when I hear a familiar gasp coming from the hallway. “I fucking knew it,” Brooke cries.
I rear back and this time Lukas lets me go before bringing up his arm and wiping it across his face in disgust as he glares down at me. “I’m with Brooke,” he demands. “Stay the fuck away from me, you little home wrecker.”
My eyes widen in disbelief. “You’re fucking insane,” I tell him. “Get the fuck out of my house.”
“How could you?” comes a broken voice from the hallway. I turn to Brooke, knowing she’s about to be heartbroken over what she just saw, but her glare isn’t on Lukas, it’s on me. “You’re supposed to be my best friend.”