Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
“Does she know that Emery is living with you now?”
“Of course,” he says, and once more, it’s a lie.
Interesting.
“And she’s okay with that?” Posey asks next, and Quinn shrugs.
“She knows we go way back. She’s fine,” he lies some more, and I’m mind-blown. Don’t get me wrong. Quinn has no problem telling a little white lie here and there, but this is deception. Something I never thought Quinn was capable of.
And why?
“She knows nothing will happen between us,” Quinn adds, and I snort.
“Just wait.”
“Emery—”
Before he can finish, Posey cuts in. “I wouldn’t be okay with Boon living with his ex.”
“Nothing will happen,” Quinn says with such confidence I can’t help but giggle. I quickly cover it with a cough when everyone looks over at me.
I smile sweetly. “He’s cute when he’s in denial.”
Posey snorts, while Boon shakes his head. He clasps his brother-in-law on the shoulder before muttering, “Yeah, good luck.”
Quinn exhales. “I’m gonna need it.”
Meanwhile, I’m grinning from ear to ear.
No matter how much luck he has, nothing will stop me from finding out the truth about his engagement.
And making Quinn mine.
Chapter
Nine
Quinn
When my alarm goes off, I groan loudly.
I continue to slam my palm to my phone until it finally shuts off.
I run my hands down my face, another groan escaping since I wish I could go back to sleep.
Because sleep eluded me until about three in the morning.
All my thoughts were around a certain pain in my ass.
I left Posey’s before Emery did, needing to get away. I couldn’t handle the looks from my sister and brother-in-law. The way Emery tried not to look at me, but every time I glanced at her, she was watching me from beneath her dark lashes. But what really did me in?
Her confession.
“I don’t know if you’ve caught on or not, so let me be clear. You are mine. I am yours. The blood that courses through my body is yours. My heart pounds for you and only you, Quinn Phillips.”
I mean, fuck me sideways. What in the hell am I supposed to do with that? I have been waiting years to hear those words, to hear her admit that she wants me, to fucking be hers completely. But of course, in true Emery fashion, she waits until I’m engaged to someone else. She frustrates the ever-loving fuck out of me.
And drives me just as wild.
I heard when she got home, listened as she moved through the apartment. I didn’t dare leave my room, though, and thankfully, she didn’t come in. When I was sure she was in her room—fuck me, I’m already thinking of it as hers—I forced myself to lie in my bed. Though, when the light in the connecting bathroom turned on, I sat up and listened as she washed her face and brushed her teeth. It’s a sickness, really, needing to listen to or see what she is doing at all times. It’s been so long since she was in my space, and as I expected, I like knowing she’s here. I don’t have to worry what is going on or think of her with anyone else. Or scroll through her social media for just a glimpse.
She’s here.
While I know that’s not a good thing, I can’t help but feel whole.
Man, this is so fucked up.
I force myself out of bed to get dressed. I’m glad we only have consults today. No way could I make it through any surgeries. I walk into the bathroom, cautious since I have a female roommate now. Once I see the coast is clear, I head to the sink and wash my face, brush my teeth, and style my hair.
The sad part is, I keep glancing at Emery’s door.
I wonder if she still sleeps in only her underwear. If she is wrapped up in the sheets, her hair wild and tangled around her. She sleeps harder than a rock, so when I used to wake before her, I would detangle her hair so it wouldn’t be so hard for her once it was time to get ready. I loved how the brown curls wrapped around my fingers. How soft and good it smelled as I twirled it. She wouldn’t even stir as I pulled her hair free from tangles. If anything, she cuddled deeper into my side, her warm, curvy body molding against mine.
I press my hips into the sink and groan loudly from how hard I’ve gotten myself from a mere memory. Not that I’m surprised. That’s what happens when I think of Emery. It’s been entirely too long since I’ve been inside her. Felt her hot cunt around me. Tasted her. I glare at myself as I brush my hair to the side. I can’t do this to myself. Especially when there is only a single door that I could easily push through to get to her.