Total pages in book: 176
Estimated words: 167257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 558(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 558(@300wpm)
I shook my head as I stared at her. “Little girl, why are you playing games with me?”
“I’m not,” she denied defensively.
“You are.”
It wasn’t often I was reminded of her age, but right now was one of those times. She was nineteen to my thirty-five, and I was beginning to wonder if I was crazy for thinking I could throw away the rule book for her.
“I just need to know if I actually mattered to you or if I was just a challenge.”
“You were starting to.” My confession floated in the air between us before dangling over our heads like a sharp ax that would strike at the first wrong move. “I didn’t fuck Savannah last night. She tried to give me head, but I wasn’t feeling the situation, so I dropped her ass off on the curb and left her there to find you.”
Like Atlas, I wasn’t too proud to admit that I was holding my breath as I waited to see how much deeper a hole my honesty would land me in.
Her lips parted and closed a few times before settling on, “Oh.”
I pushed away from the wall, ready to end this conversation since it was going nowhere. “Anything else, Atlas?”
She wrinkled her nose before giving me her back. “Nope. You can go.”
I was tempted to choke her out for dismissing me like she was crazy, but I went upstairs to my office instead.
After giving myself a few days to think about it, I’d decided to accept Harry’s offer and buy the car wash, but first, I wanted to do my due diligence, so I quickly typed an email to my lawyer and accountant and let them both know I needed to speak with their asses expeditiously. I’d call the contractor and inspector who helped us restore the old factory once Paris had a chance to look over the financials and give an okay.
My phone vibrated in my pocket, so I pulled it out and saw I had a new DM on Instagram. Since Atlas wasn’t fucking with me, I clicked on the message out of spite and immediately regretted it as soon as I saw all the messages Savannah had sent me last night and this morning.
3:19 a.m.
Savvy G: did u rlly kick me out ov ur car chase after dat yung bitch
Savvy G: itty bitty titty ho look twelf n shes not even all dat pretty
Video call at 3:26 a.m.
Video call ended at 3:27 a.m.
Savvy G: I now u c me callin u
Savvy G: Rowdy
Savvy G: ROWDY!!!!!
Savvy G: u now wat find u sum1 else 2 fuck n duck I’m done
8:44 a.m.
Savvy G: I can fuck u better then she can…
I had to read over some of her messages twice because Sav refused to use punctuation and spelled like she’d quit school in the third grade to show her ass for the gram.
I was the last person to knock how the next chose to survive, but Savannah was a trust-fund baby from the suburbs with a doctor and a lawyer for parents. Everything she did was for the right look, including fucking me.
Females like Sav would call me toxic with one breath and throw their pussy at me in the next. Money used to be the most coveted currency in the world, but now, in the age of social media, it was clout. People would lie, cheat, and steal for something that wasn’t even real or tangible. It would be there one day and gone the next.
When I first met Sav, I’d treated her well enough, but as time went on, what modicum of respect I had for her quickly disappeared. Talking to her felt like plucking the hair from my balls one by one because all she ever did was obsess over her appearance, brag about how many likes she got on a new photo, or mention what rapper or ball player was in her DMs this week in some sad attempt to make me jealous.
This wasn’t even her first time claiming to be done with me.
The first time was after she’d realized I had her and three other fuck buddies in rotation. She said she couldn’t live that way, and as I wasn’t particularly attached, I respected it and left her in the dust. That lasted a few weeks before she realized I wasn’t going to chase her, and she came crawling back.
Her second time being “done with me” only lasted a few days—same story, different girls.
Eventually, Savannah realized I wasn’t going to commit to her or any other girl, so she stopped demanding one from me and settled for beating up or running off any female whose direction I even sneezed in.
Now that Atlas had entered the chat, Savannah was back to her old tricks, but this time, her newfound sense of worth had only lasted a few hours.