Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
That doesn’t mean I can’t have a little fun with her. I deserve a little fun, I think. Nothing wrong with that.
She scurries off, head down, back to her frumpy grandma clothes. She actually didn’t look too bad in those contacts the other night, but I doubt she’ll wear them again. She would rather look hideous, like she’s trying to prove a point. I can’t imagine what.
“Hope you didn’t have any plumbing problems!” There’s laughter up ahead, and I watch as Elliana retreats faster than before, holding her backpack in front of her like a shield.
She’s running away from Tiana, lounging on a bench with her girls, sitting there like a queen on her throne. She’s got the least self-awareness of anybody I’ve ever met—completely unaware of how pointless she is.
“Hey, you.” I don’t bother hiding my anger as I crook a finger, beckoning her. “We need to have a talk.”
Her eyes light up before she hops off the bench. “Hey, Carter. Great party. It’s been too long since you threw one.”
“It’s the last one you will ever attend,” I mutter once it’s just the two of us standing behind a tree near the bench where her friends wait. Friends. More like girls who are too afraid to do anything but kiss her ass because they know how wretched she is.
“Why? What do you mean?” She even has the balls to bat her eyelashes and act like this is a total surprise. She never knows when to stop.
“You know what I mean,” I murmur, leaning down until we are eye to eye. “That was a shit move you pulled. That’s my house, too, you know? If my parents found that mess you left, I would’ve had to explain where it came from. Do you think I feel like doing that?”
“Oh,” she breathes, blinking fast. “I didn’t think about it like that. Yeah, I’m sorry, really.”
“I don’t wanna hear your apologies,” I whisper, making her gasp like she’s surprised. “Don’t even think about setting foot in my house again. You’ve lost your privileges.”
“Wait a minute,” she snaps. “You don’t get to say that to me. You don’t talk to me that way.”
“And you don’t flood a bathroom in my fucking house and then expect me to praise you for it,” I snap back. “And I’m not arguing about this anymore. You fucked up. From now on, you’re going to leave Elliana alone. If anybody’s gonna fuck with her, it’s me. You don’t have the right. Understood?”
For some reason, she still looks confused, even wounded. “But…”
“Understood?” I repeat, teeth gritted.
“Fine,” she mutters, rolling her eyes. “I swear to God, it’s pathetic. She’s a loser.”
“That has nothing to do with it. Lay off,” I warn one last time before walking away. The sight of her sickens me. She has no reason to do what she’s doing. I do.
I hear her behind me as I walk away, muttering to the girls over what just happened. I’m sure her version of the story is much different than the truth, but I can’t bring myself to care—so long as she gets the message.
Meanwhile, all I can do throughout the day is remember the photos on my phone. I spent plenty of time studying them last night when I was alone again, and it wasn’t long before I had no choice but to take care of a new erection. My balls were drained by the time I fell asleep with a smile on my face, the possibilities of what I unlocked dancing through my head. There is no end to what I can do to her now—how much fun I can have.
If she only loosens up, she could have fun too. Because I’m not about to forget how she came, just like I can’t forget the smell of her pussy on my hand. What a shame I had to wash it away.
Today, there’s more than just school to think about. Rather than going home after class, I drive us into town, where a bridal shop sits next door to a tailor. “Your mom is here already,” I mutter, noting Irene’s presence in the front window of the bridal shop, trying on veils.
Elliana only groans softly before opening the car door. I hear the way she sighs as she steps out—it’s obvious she’s not looking forward to this. That makes two of us, because I’m not looking forward to going next door, where Dad is waiting for our tuxes to be fitted.
This is actually happening. We are actually getting ready for this damn ceremony and reception.
“It would really mean the world to me if you would go along with all of this.” Dad stands in front of a three-way mirror while the tailor takes measurements, and I hang back, less than thrilled. “Are you listening?” he asks.
“Of course. I’m listening.”