Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
“Too late,” I chime as I press the first floor button and the door slides shut behind us.
“Ugh! Briggs, why? Now we’re going to die!” She pushes away from me and this time I let her. She crosses her arms in front of her chest and presses herself into the corner like she is trying to get away from me. Her eyes are wild with fear as her gaze bounces from wall to wall of the tiny elevator.
“So dramatic.” I laugh while we descend slowly.
Wren’s chest rises and falls quickly, her breathing erratic, her shoulders shaking with fear. My cock strains against my shorts as I take her in. Her now shoulder-length hair is not even combed, giving her a just fucked look if it wasn’t for the dark circles under her eyes.
She is on the verge of a panic attack by the time we make it to the first floor and the door opens. Wren rushes past me into the hallway, leaving her stuff behind.
“What about your shit?” I remind her.
“Leave it. I don’t need it anymore.”
This time, I roll my eyes at her. “All right, drama queen.” I drag the suitcase and tote out of the elevator, and she somewhat calms down. “Don’t say I never do anything for you.”
“You’re a real hero,” she quips, and grabs her stuff before following me to my parked truck outside, where I watch her struggle to lift the heavy suitcase into the backseat. I throw her pillow into the back, next to the box Carter gave me earlier. I get into the driver’s seat and reach back to get the box. Open it and take out two of the brownies, handing one to Wren when she sits down next to me, out of breath.
“Eat this,” I order.
Wren looks at it like I’m about to poison her. Shaking my head, I take a bite of the brownie I was handing her. “Isn’t chocolate good for periods?” I say, while chewing.
“Yeah, but what’s the catch?”
I smirk. “No catch, I just want you in a better mood for what I have planned for us. You look a little down right now.” It’s not a complete lie. There is no catch other than the weed inside these brownies.
She takes the brownie from my hand and stares at it for a while. I stuff the second brownie into my mouth, eating the whole thing in a few bites before starting the engine of the truck. When I look over at her before backing out, I see her sniffing it.
“I’ll eat it if you really don’t want it.” I reach for it, and she pulls it away from me, taking a big bite before I can take it away from her. “Atta girl,” I praise with a smile.
“I’m only eating this because I haven’t eaten anything else yet, and I’m starving,” she confesses.
“Whatever you have to tell yourself, bird.” Come to think of it, I haven’t eaten myself, and I’ll be hungry once this edible kicks in. “Here, make yourself useful and order some food while I drive.” I unlock my phone, pull up Uber Eats and throw it in her lap. “Order a large pepperoni pizza, wings, a drink, and some dessert. Delivered to your dorm room.”
She takes my phone and starts typing in my order without a word. By the time we make it to the dorm, everything is already being prepared with an estimated delivery time of twenty minutes. Perfect timing.
I park my truck right in front of her dorm, grabbing the pillow out of the back. I let her struggle with the rest of her stuff. We make our way to her dorm room in silence, but there is a tension growing between us. She knows I’m going to want something from her once we’re inside, and she isn’t wrong.
19
WREN
Ifeel like a lamb being led to slaughter. Only I’m dumber than the lamb because at least the animal doesn’t know it’s being led to its death. I know Briggs intends to fuck me, and yet my legs are moving all the same.
Everything hurts today, and I just don’t have the energy to fight him. My arms are in pain from pulling this heavy-ass suitcase around, my shoulder aches from where the strap of the tote is digging into my skin, and don’t even get my started on my fucking uterus.
I have no idea how I’m supposed to survive sex with Briggs today.
We get to my room, and Briggs uses his own personal key to open the door. He pushes inside, and I follow him like a little puppy, dragging my suitcase behind me. Briggs throws my pillow on the twin-size bed before flopping down onto it to get comfortable.
I close the door behind me, shoving my luggage against the wall. “What now?”
“Do you have lotion in that magic suitcase of yours?”