Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 93453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Getting dressed and making my way to the kitchen, I check to see what I’m going to eat even though I have no appetite. I take out one of the prepared meals I ordered for the week, nuking it for a couple of minutes, grabbing a beer, and taking a pull of it. I swallow the food only because I know I need to get something inside me, then finish the beer and head out.
The minute I start making my way toward the path, I hear her voice in my head.
“I don’t know why I should care, but I do, and I don’t need you showing up here in case someone is here.”
I ball my hands into fists as I make it to her house, not even pretending that I’m not going there. I should just go to see Jennifer, but my head and my feet are not on the same page. My eyes find her house in the darkness, as I walk up the steps and sit down on the swing and wait for her. Which is the dumbest thing I think I could be doing. I should get the fuck out of here and not be waiting for her to come back from her fucking date.
Every single noise has me looking to the side to see if she’s home. My hands are on my knees as I think of every time we were together since she’s been back. I think of the fact that last night, she refused to look me in the eyes. I think of the fact that she washes her fucking sheets every single time we’ve been together. I think of the fact that every single night instead of getting dressed and getting the fuck out of there, I stay. I climbed into bed with her last night and then curled into her when she gave me her back. I shake my head, not wanting to acknowledge what is going on.
I push up to my feet, the swing moving back and forth as I walk to the back door and turn the handle, expecting it to be locked, but instead, it opens. I walk into her house. “Autumn,” I say her name, wondering if maybe something is wrong with her car and she’s already home, but no one is home. I close the door behind me and shake my head. “She left her fucking door unlocked,” I hiss out as I walk to her bedroom. My eyes do a sweep of the room to see that she made the bed already, not sure if she washed the sheets. I smell her perfume in the air, and I clench my teeth together, thinking about her getting ready for her date and putting it on for him.
Turning back toward the living room and sitting on her couch, I lock my eyes on the front door. Feeling so off-balance, I literally think I’m going to trash her whole house while I wait for her. The possessiveness in me feels so unnatural as my leg moves up and down, the nerves in me unbearable.
I hear the crunch of gravel and see the headlights shine into the house before they go off, and the sound of a car door closing. I wait to see if another one will close. But the only sound is the one of her walking up the front steps and then the key going into the lock before the door opens and shuts right behind her.
She takes two steps into the house, putting her purse on the table, not even noticing I’m here. She makes her way to her bedroom when she looks over at me, and yells as she jumps back, putting her hand on her chest. “Jesus fucking Christ,” she hisses, “you scared the shit out of me.”
I take her in, wearing a pair of green shorts that show off way too much leg, with a tight white T-shirt that falls just above the waist, showing off her stomach. Her hair looks ruffled, and that just pushes me off the edge. I fly off the couch. “Did you fuck him?” My voice is lethal as I cut the distance to her, close enough I can smell her. Close enough to make me lose what little control I have left. “Did you fuck him?” I roar out, my head moving toward her, and two things happen at the same time. One, her body shakes in front of me, shaking so much it’s a wonder she’s even standing. At the same time, she turns her head to the side, closing her eyes as if she’s shielding herself from me, as her hands come up to protect her face. The action makes me take a step back, my heart feeling like it’s going to come out of my stomach. “Did you think I was going to hit you?” My hand shakes that she would think that. I’m a lot of things, I know I am, but I would never, ever hit her.