Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 56628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
“You stare at that man any harder, gorgeous, and you’ll burn holes into his ass,” Jessie commented as she leaned over the bar to hand me another beer.
Dragging my eyes away from Tristan, I turned my head to smirk at her. “At least this way I can check him out without him trying to fuck me every time I turn around.” She released a loud laugh. “It’s been three years since I’ve seen him, much less been with him like that.” I shook my head. “I don’t exactly know how to deal with him.” A soft frown pulled at her lips as her eyes filled with concern for me. “He’s ten times cockier than he was when we were eighteen.”
Jessie sighed. “Maybe that’s a good thing, gorgeous. You need some sexiness like him in your life again,” she told me, trying her best to lighten the mood again.
I pursed my lips. “I don’t know. I think I’ve got enough of that in my life with your brother.”
Jessie snorted. “Look, I know Joey is my brother and all, but you don’t react to him the way you react to Tristan. That man comes within five feet of you, and everyone around you can see just how much he affects you.”
I rolled my eyes. “He does not—” I started, but I cut myself off, anger roaring through my veins when I saw Lacie, one of the club women, saunter up to Tristan and press herself against him, a flirty smile on her lips.
“Oh, he doesn’t affect you, hm?” Jessie teased, a knowing smirk on her lips.
I ignored her as I guzzled half of my beer down and watched him smirk down at her and whisper something into her ear that had her blushing and giggling. I clenched my jaw. “Two can play at this fucking game,” I snarled, getting up from my stool.
Worry for me flashed in Jessie’s eyes. “Don’t do anything stupid, Adelaide.”
I only shot her a smirk before I turned around to go to the pool table, sliding up to Joey’s side. I could feel Tristan’s eyes on me, but I completely ignored him as I smiled up at Joey. “I’m sorry about earlier,” I murmured. I knew I was trying to make Tristan feel what I was feeling, but I did mean those words to Joey. I truly was sorry.
Joey gave me a soft smile as he wrapped an arm around my waist and kissed my jaw. “I know, pretty girl. We were both pissed at each other. I’m sorry, too,” he apologized.
That was one of the things I loved about Joey. He knew he had his faults, and he wasn’t afraid to admit that he had fucked up with me, just as I wasn’t afraid to apologize to him when I acted like a class-A bitch.
I splayed my hands over his muscular chest, looking up at him from under my lashes. “Makeup sex?” I asked him softly.
He smirked, his eyes flaring with his need for me. “I’ll never turn that down, pretty girl.” He thrust his pool stick at Charles, who hurried to grab it. “Charles is taking my place,” he announced to Tristan. “I’ve got something to tend to.”
Tristan’s glare settled on my back as I laced my fingers through Joey’s and tugged him toward his room, but I didn’t give a fuck. I might have originally started out wanting to piss Tristan off, but now, I wanted Joey.
I wanted that normalcy I’d always had with him, and I knew Joey would give that to me, would take care of me like I needed.
Joey would always be the one man that I knew I could rely on in my time of need.
Chapter Seven
Tristan
Igently pushed the blonde woman away from me, clenching my jaw as I watched Adelaide disappear down the hall into one of the rooms with Joey. I wanted to rush after them and fucking rip him away from her. And maybe bash his fucking face into my knee.
The blonde pouted up at me. “Tristan,” she whined.
I was so sick of club women. The only fucking woman I wanted was Adelaide, and she didn’t fucking want me.
Every rejection from her cut me deep, even if I never let her see it.
“No,” I snapped at the blonde, unable to control my temper. She flinched back from me, her eyes widening with fear. “I’m not fucking interested. Go fucking bother someone else.”
She glared up at me as she recovered from her shock. “Getting tangled up with Adelaide will only get you killed,” she spat up at me.
This girl was treading on dangerous fucking waters. She had no fucking clue what kind of woman Adelaide was.
Do you even know who she is? my mind snapped back at me.
I took a dangerous step toward the blonde, my eyes narrowing. Her face paled, and she quickly stepped back from me. Her pulse jumped erratically at the base of her throat in fear. “Unless you’ve got something nice to say about Adelaide, I’d advise you to keep your fucking mouth shut,” I quietly warned her, my voice deadly and frightening. A clear warning that talking shit about Adelaide was off fucking limits.