Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 43827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
“What the hell are you doing?” I practically dragged her out of there not giving thought to how that shit looked. She was pissed as was evident by the stubborn set of her face and in no mood to listen to me, which was a dangerous thing for her. I’d already been inside her more times that I can count, she had my stamp on her, my scent damn near permeated from her skin because I’d emptied my seed in her each and every time, which meant that if she disobeyed me now, it would go very bad for her, but the little fool threw caution to the wind.
“Stay out of it Grant, she had this coming.” I looked back to where Sandra was standing with her arm still in a sling and a bag of spilt food at her feet. I felt bad for her, because although Camille was convinced that she’d gone after Joel just to spite her, I believe the two of them had just fallen in love with each other. Too bad Joel had made a muck of things and not done what he was supposed to as a man. Now I’m afraid that this one is going to make that poor girl’s life a living hell for the rest of her days if she stays in this town.
“Why are you brawling in the damn streets like a common ass…” I didn’t finish my statement but that didn’t stop her from puffing up like a damn rooster. “You can’t tell me what…” I grabbed her shirtfront and pulled her in close, and to hell with our audience. “If you finish that sentence I promise you won’t sit for a week.”
I should’ve known better than to challenge her, her little hotheaded ass always had to have the last word. In the last few weeks we’d grown closer than ever before, but she still had a lot of untamed fire in her ass that needed a swift hand. Her daddy hadn’t done me any favors by letting her run wild.
She went calm on me, too calm and like an idiot I let my guard down and released her. I got a kick in my shin for my troubles, and before I could blink she was back in the fray. I was in time to stop her from punching the poor librarian’s lights out. I made the mistake of trying to help her, to protect her from my little hellcat. Of course she saw that as me choosing sides and though the people gathered around might not have understood the look of hurt that came across her face, I felt that shit in my gut.
When she turned and walked away without another word I felt gutted, but I couldn’t let her carry on like that. For one, what would people think? They’d think she was still hung up on Joel of course, and that was something I wasn’t about to stomach, and for another, her fight wasn’t with Sandra, it’s Joel she’d been engaged to after all.
I caught up with her just as she reached her car and caged her in against the door. “Don’t look like that baby I didn’t betray you. You cannot go around pounding on that girl every chance you get, it’s unseemly and besides it sends the wrong message.”
“Get away from me Benedict Arnold, are you fucking her too? Seems everyone is so concerned about the little mousy tart but no one gives a fig about me.” I hadn’t seen this side of her for about a week at least, I guess I’d grown complacent since I’d been screwing her brains out every chance I got.
“What are you doing down here anyway, I thought you had a meeting over in Fair Lawn?” That’s the only time we weren’t together these days, when it came to work. I’d practically abandoned my office for an iPad and a phone, something I’d never done, and I guess everyone was still giving her a break because of the broken engagement bullshit.
“Oh now you wanna hear my side? Why don’t you go comfort your new girlfriend like everybody else and leave me alone?” I know she was hurt because she expected me and everyone else to ostracize the librarian and maybe a few people had in the beginning, but the girl just had that disposition about her that made it hard. Besides, like I said, the two of them might’ve gone about it the wrong way, but it was obvious they were really in love. I wonder what this one was going to do when the rumor I’d heard just last night started to spread.
Her refusal to calm the fuck down only made me angry and I was this close to strangling her ass. How did she go from my bed to fighting in the streets over another man? “You still haven’t told me what the hell you’re doing here, am I missing something? Did you or did you not tell me that it was a mistake to get engaged and that you were happy you hadn’t gone through with the wedding?” She still hadn’t told me the whole story behind all that, and the pussy was so good I’d chosen to overlook it, but maybe I shouldn’t have.