Learning Curve (Dickson University #1) Read Online Max Monroe

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, College, Contemporary, New Adult Tags Authors: Series: Dickson University Series by Max Monroe
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Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 149510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 748(@200wpm)___ 598(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
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Her spine stiffens. “Maybe it’s not me who has it twisted if all you can think about is the fact that I didn’t put out. I thought we were together because you wanted to be with me. Because you loved me.”

“Love? I’m a fucking guy. Hate to break it to you, honey, but guys love tits and ass, okay?”

Scottie’s face falls, and the words “What the fuck?” fly out of my mouth on a harsh whisper.

Ace, sensing my building tension, no doubt, jumps forward and puts himself in between the two of them. “Heyyyy, folks. I’d say this is probably a good time to go our separate ways, huh?”

“This is a good time for you to mind your fucking business, Kelly,” Dane asserts, pushing Ace in the chest so hard that he bounces off me.

All I see is red.

Scottie

Ace bounces off Finn slowly at first, and then faster as Finn helps him to the side. One second, Finn’s five feet away, and the next, he’s right here. I watch like I’m seeing a train wreck happen while I’m standing on the tracks.

Dane’s eyes widen briefly as Finn gets in his face, towering over him by a good three or four inches. Finn’s energy vibrates, so much I would swear I can feel it like a current in the ground, but for all intents and purposes, it seems controlled. If it weren’t, I imagine Dane would be pulverized already. “It’s time for you to get the hell out of here,” he tells my ex-boyfriend unequivocally, his pronunciation clear and his message unmistakable. “Go to class or find somewhere to cool down, whatever. Just fucking go.”

There’s a beat of time—just one, where the air feels thick and I can hear the sound of my own blood in my ears—before everything shifts and turns on its head.

Dane’s eyes narrow, and he swings an unexpected punch, landing his fist on the underside of Finn’s waiting chin. Finn’s head jerks violently, and I let out a scream just as Ace steps in front of me and holds me back with one strong arm, preparing for a fight.

Finn’s control is beyond impressive as he settles onto his toes once again, almost as though the punch never even happened. “Feel better?” he taunts Dane, a barely there smile curling up his plump lips. I don’t understand how it’s even possible, but he almost seems like he likes to be hit in the face. Which is insane, so I know I must be imagining things.

“You get the one free shot, understand? The next one, though, is going to end with a whole lot of fucking hurt on your end. I suggest you get out of here before the urge to tempt it overwhelms you.”

“Fuck you, asshole,” Dane says instead, doubling down with yet another swing of his fist.

I gasp, and Ace grabs me by my arms and pulls me back even farther. My gaze, though, is glued to the action. This time, Finn blocks the punch, catching Dane’s hand in his grip and twisting his arm behind his back. Dane’s posture is completely deflated as he gets on his toes to keep from falling forward. It’s humiliating and emasculating in a way I know he can’t stand.

“Fuck,” Dane cries out then, rage in every hard line of his face. “You can have the stupid fucking cunt!”

I hear a gasp behind me that sounds like Kayla and then nothing but the sickening crunch of Finn’s fist landing a direct blow to Dane’s face. It’s audibly overwhelming, the thick sound of physical devastation. There’s absolutely no way his nose isn’t broken.

From there, things devolve quickly, the two of them going at each other with a savagery I’ve never experienced before. Finn’s blows make contact every time, and I swear Dane looks more and more like a scared little boy as the seconds tick by. People yell and shout around us, but all I can see is the fight. Finn stands Dane up when he can’t stand up on his own and hits him again, and both of my hands fly to my mouth in an attempt to stop the scream I know I’m emitting involuntarily.

I don’t love Dane—in fact, the more I think about all the moments we’ve had recently, the more my feelings seem like hate—but watching Finn beat him up is like something out of an action movie. It’s guttural in every possible way.

I know it’s about me, but it feels…brutally personal for Finn too. His fighting skills are so much better than Dane’s. Frankly, I’ve never seen anyone fight like this.

Ace, secure in the fact that I’m not diving headfirst between their meaty fists, steps in again, trying to separate them. At first, I think it’s because he wants Dane to stop getting demolished, but when I allow my eyes to leave their clench for one second, I see the more likely reason.


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