Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
“Hey dude.” From his tone alone, I can tell he’s nervous. I’ve known Cole since we started college. There was nothing particularly special about him, but I did consider him to be a friend, at least until he started hanging out with Jules.
“What’s up?” I keep my eyes on the entrance to the kitchen.
“Listen.” He scratches at the back of his head nervously. “Since you are done with Jules and the bet is over, I’m going to try to get with her,” he starts to explain, and already I can feel the jealous rage beating at my chest, waiting to be unleashed.
He smirks, and I want to punch that fucking look right off his ugly face. “I went on a few dates with her and I’m pretty sure I’m going to get some tonight. All I’m asking is, please don’t mess this up by pissing her off. She really hates you, man, and I don’t want her in a bad mood. Can’t get laid if she leaves the party.”
“Who said I was done with her?”
Cole’s eyebrows lift and he gives me a surprised look. “No one, but I mean it’s kind of your thing. You fuck them and leave them. I’ve never seen you with the same girl twice.”
It’s not like he’s lying. I’ve never had sex with the same girl twice, and because of that stupid audio, I all but shoved Jules into Cole’s and any other asshole’s lap.
I shrug, taking a drink from my beer. “Maybe her pussy is just that good.”
“I guess, but seriously…not tonight, Rem. I want her. I’ve worked really hard, and you already won the bet. Let me at least try.” Desperation coats every single word, and I don’t know why I really care. I can’t stop Jules from doing something she wants to do.
She doesn’t belong to me, hasn’t for awhile. If she kept going on dates with him, she must actually like him. Maybe seeing her want someone else is what I need.
“Sure. I won’t interrupt,” I grit the words out. Cole gives me a nod and a slap to the back as if I just did him a favor or something.
“Thanks, Rem. I owe you.”
Bringing the beer bottle to my lips, I tip it back, guzzling it down. I need all the fucking alcohol I can get if I’m going to be subjected to sitting here, and watching Cole seduce the only girl I’ve ever loved.
He walks away and in the direction, I was just going to go. I didn’t expect her to show up here, parties don’t really seem like her thing. I had tried to drag her to a party or two when we were teenagers. She went once and never accompanied me to another.
Like an idiot, I stand there in the middle of the crowded living room staring at the doorway leading into the kitchen.
“Yo Rem! Beer pong?” Alan yells over the music, and I twist around to see the bastard. I find Thomas, Kia, and Alan of course staring at me waiting for my response. I sigh, what the fuck else am I supposed to do? I don’t want Layla, and drinking isn’t doing it for me tonight. I guess I could leave, but there’s no way in fucking hell I’m leaving Jules here, at least not until I’m one hundred percent sure she’s hooking up with Cole.
“Rem, you going to play or what?” Thomas yells this time and I shake my head, pulling myself from my chaotic mind.
“Yeah, give me a fucking second,” I yell back and walk into the kitchen to grab another beer. As soon as I enter, I feel her eyes on me...they blaze a path of fire up and down my body. I do my best not to look at her, but the pull she has on me is magnetic. My heart literally fucking beats for her, it always has.
I grab a beer from the fridge and look at her out of the corner of my eye. Her and Cally sip on their drinks, laughing at something Cole says. The bastard takes that moment to wrap an arm around Jules, pulling her into his chest. Her body language is off, making it seem like she doesn’t want him to touch her, but her smile, the way she’s looking up at him as he talks, says otherwise.
Fuck it. I toss the cap to my beer over my shoulder and walk back out into the living room to find the guys. I don’t deserve Jules anyway...not that Cole does either, but I’m not going to meddle in her life anymore. I’ve hurt her enough and hurt myself in the process. I can’t look at her without feeling like I betrayed her, like I fucking physically slapped her. This is what I get…to be eaten alive by guilt, to be suffocated with shame.