Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 138287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 691(@200wpm)___ 553(@250wpm)___ 461(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 691(@200wpm)___ 553(@250wpm)___ 461(@300wpm)
From the sofa, Pearl flipped through the channels. “Although, she probably is blowing him.”
Water shot out of my nose.
I coughed and coughed then gagged before coughing some more.
Cherry burst into laughter. Ettie rubbed at my back until I got myself under control. Pearl shrugged, keeping her eyes on the television. “Or she’s helping him rub one out. All I know is that either way, Lee’s gonna feel much happier after Beth does what she does.”
The doctor left the room, unable to meet my eyes. Her cheeks were unusually flushed. “Okay.” When she walked over to her bag, she pulled out an orange cylinder of pills. My expression questioned what Xola had seen. She spoke quietly but again averted her gaze. “I’m not judging. Whatever works, you know? Besides… rock stars,” she uttered in way of understanding. She handed me the pills. “Two in the morning, every day till finished.” She made a stern face. “Until finished. Not until he decides he feels better, okay?”
I walked the doctor out and when I returned, Beth stepped out of Lee’s bedroom, using her fingertips to gently wipe at her lip line. She smiled widely before bowing. As she rose, she stated, “And the tour lives.” Beth moved to the empty space by Pearl on the sofa and sat. “God, he has a nice cock.” Ugh. My mind was not prepared for that statement. She then added a wistful sounding, “Always has.”
At that, I made a sound of disgruntlement. “Ew… Beth.” When she blinked innocently, I muttered, “I do not need to know this,” before quickly adding, “He’s like my brother.” A quick pause followed. “Nope.” I shuddered before groaning, “I did not need to know that.”
The Vixens snickered at my unconcealed misery.
The jerks.
Not a moment later, Cherry stood. “Yo. Wanna get outta here a while?” She checked her watch. “We’ve still got hours before pre-show shit.”
I wouldn’t mind getting out a while.
Hopefully, today would only get better from here.
I was wrong.
Oh God, was I wrong.
As I sat in the suite with tears streaking my cheeks, I paced, waiting for the guys to get back from the show. Wringing my hands together, my heart raced, a staccato drumbeat in my chest. And still, I waited.
“Why, Emily?” I muttered to myself. “Why?”
I made a mistake and the guys were mad at me.
The thought brought a fresh stream of tears down my face. Sniffling, I swiped at my cheeks with shaking hands.
Am I fired?
My stomach twisted.
It was a likely outcome. I couldn’t think about it. If I did, I’d faint dead away.
As I sat quietly on the edge of the sofa as far away from the door as possible, my knee bobbed rapidly, a sure sign of my restlessness.
Noises outside the room sounded and I stilled, standing as the door opened. The guys filed in, watching me closely and they wore matching expressions of displeasure.
I felt like I would just die.
The first friends I had in, well, ever, and they were furious with me.
I couldn’t begin to explain the feelings that went through me if I tried. My chest was a gaping hole.
My face crumpled. “Noah—”
But he cut me off with a wave of his hand. He spoke quietly, in deceptive composure. “You’re going to sit and when I’ve calmed down, we’re going to have a talk.” His lips thin, he didn’t even look at me. “Okay?”
All I could do was nod. My throat was too tight to utter even the slightest of a reply.
So, I sat on the sofa and watched as each man went to his room. They weren’t making this easy on me. I felt it was part of my punishment. Taking their time, they each showered then retreated to their rooms.
Funnily enough, Connor was the first to emerge. Freshly showered and dressed in boxers and a tee, he grasped my wrist and pulled me to stand, sitting in the place I only momentarily vacated. With a sigh, he patted his lap. “Sit.”
I didn’t want to sit.
“You sure?” He looked around then leaned forward and muttered, “I thought you’d appreciate the protection.”
I sat and Connor wrapped an arm around my waist, guarding me from the assault we both knew was coming.
Lee came out of his room, standing by the kitchen counter. Minutes later, Hell exited his room, sitting on a stool by Lee. Finally, Noah came out and the moment he did, he began to pace. He spoke directly to me. “You are going to shut up and listen. When I’m done, you may speak.”
I dipped my chin, unable to meet their eyes.
Noah began. “Of all the stupid things to do, I never thought you’d do what you did tonight. I’m not only disappointed but I’m fucking livid. Do you hear me, Emmy?” At my slow nod, he stopped pacing. “What the fuck were you thinking?” His breathing got heavy and he threw his arms out by his sides. “Do you even know what you did?” Do you know why we’re upset?”