Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 66178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
I never thought it would come to this.
Bullshit.
Yes, I did.
I knew it would the second I found Cain in her bedroom of her apartment all those months ago in Tennessee. I knew it then, however I tried to pretend like my best fucking friend wouldn’t betray me like that.
Both of them.
“Leo, you need to calm down!” she exclaimed.
“Calm down? Calm down? You want me to calm down when my best fucking friend was about to fuck you!”
“What does it matter? You don’t claim me, remember?”
All the blood drained from my face. I jerked back, glaring at Cain who was purposely moving around his jaw. “Whoa, you fucking told her? You piece of shit!”
“No! I read it on his laptop! It isn’t his fault that you regret sleeping with me! Now it makes sense why you wouldn’t ask me to stay!”
“You wouldn’t ask her to stay?”
“Fuck you, Cain!”
“Leo! Stop it!”
“You said you regretted sleeping with me, remember?”
“Leo.” Cain held his hands up in the air again. “Come on, this isn’t the right way. I’m your best friend, just think about it for a second.”
“Are you fucking kidding me? Think about what? Your dick inside of her? Because that’s the only thing I’ve thought about all fucking day!”
“Great,” he shamelessly admitted. “I wanted you to.”
“You son of a bitch!” I punched him in the nose, and blood shot out in an instant.
“Oh my God!” Mila jumped off the bed, showing me what she was wearing, or what little she wasn’t.
“Put some fucking clothes on!” I roared, pulling off my hoodie, I threw it at her.
“Jesus! You fuck!” Cain held onto his nose which wouldn’t stop gushing blood. “I’m only with her so you can get the stick out of your ass and realize you fucking love her!”
“What?”
“Do you need me to spell it out for you? You love Mila! She loves you! You two have loved each other our entire lives, you stupid dip shit! Making fucking sense now?” He looked up at the ceiling. “Can someone get me a towel? I’m fucking dying here!”
Despite the pissed off expression on her face, Mila slid my hoodie over her head, hurrying into the kitchen.
“What the fuck is going on?” I asked, impatiently waiting for an answer.
Mila rushed back toward Cain, holding the towel up to his nose. “I have no idea. This is news to me too. So what, Cain? You were just using me?”
His eyes met hers. “You really want to question who was using who, Mi?”
“Stop fucking calling her that. She’s not a fucking dog.”
“Oh really? Because Lala doesn’t sound like a goddamn poodle!”
“Stop!” she chastised. “Both of you.” Grabbing Cain’s arm, she guided him toward the couch to sit down.
“He’s fine, Mila. Stop babying him.”
“Eat my dick! I can’t breathe! I think you broke my nose!”
I heard a loud pop, followed by Cain growling out in pain, but the blood stopped flowing.
Mila shrugged. “Not anymore.”
He peered up at her. “How did you know how to do that?”
“Grey’s Anatomy,” I responded for her. She made me watch that shit show more times than I cared to remember.
“You’ll be okay.” She let go of the towel. “You’ll bruise, but you’ll heal fine.”
“Fuck your nose. You should be thanking me for fixing your pretty boy fucking face!”
Cain stood, and she gripped onto his arm, holding him steady.
“He’s not a little boy, Mila. Let him come at me like a man.”
“If you try to hit me again, Leo! I’m going to fucking hit you back!”
“Oh my God! Are we at the playground?” She pointed to me. “You stand over there. And you.” She nodded toward the farthest corner of her place. “Go stand over there. If you’re going to continue to act like children then I will treat you like them. You’re no longer allowed to be within hitting distance of each other.” When neither of us moved, she ordered, “Move it!”
We did as we were told, and she sat down in the middle between us, on her coffee table. Taking a huge deep breath, she glanced at me first. “What are you doing here?”
I didn’t hesitate in speaking my truth, “I’m here for you.”
“Come again?”
“You heard me, Lala. I’m here for you. You’re coming home with me and that’s the end of it.”
Her eyes widened. “Ummm… excuse me? How about you rephrase that before I’m the one that’s hitting you.”
“What part needs rephrasing, Lala? That I’m here for you or that you’re coming home with me even if I have to throw you over my shoulder kicking and screaming?”
“Oh, this is good.” Cain slid down the wall until he was sitting on the floor with his elbows on his knees. “Say that again, Leo. I really want to watch when she knees you in the balls. Trust me, she’s a fucking pro at it.”