Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 40128 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40128 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
“Yes. I’m one of the guards for the day.” I release a cool breath of relief. “Will I be seeing your cute face there?”
“Yes, of course. My father is a Rider,” I reminded him.
“Great. Are we on for Tuesday?”
“Um…I’m not sure if that’s a good idea.” As I say that, I see none other than Chrissy passing me on the street. I’d love to run her over with my car. “You know what? Yes, I’ll go.”
“Good. See you later, beautiful.”
I end the call, and although Damon is cute and fun to talk to, I’m not interested in him. I shouldn’t lead him on when my heart belongs to a man I can’t be with. William Steele broke all my trust today. I’ve waited for him, and he’s proven to be full of shit.
I drive home to clean up for a party that I no longer want to attend. Just as I pulled up, I saw my father’s vehicle still in the driveway. Damn it, my parents are still there. Unable to waste more time, I rush into the house because the party has already started.
“Hey, sweetie. Do you want us to wait for you?” my father calls out as I rush up the stairs to my bedroom.
I have a feeling I’m going to be an emotional wreck, so I won’t be able to drive. “Yes. I’ll only be a few minutes.”
“Okay.”
I close my bathroom door and quickly tug off my tee shirt, tossing it into my laundry basket. Goodness, I need a shower, so I jump in for a fast rinse off and scrub down without doing my hair. I suppose it’s better than being a sweaty, sugary mess.
I’m down in ten with my hair in a cute ponytail and wearing a pair of tiny khaki green shorts and a cut-off shirt that shows my flat abs. My dad growls. “Are you trying to have Will and me kill some of the boys there?”
“Come on, Dad. I’m about to be eighteen and as far as I’m concerned there’s nothing going on between Will and I, so I’m single. Although I do have a date coming up with Damon.”
“I thought you had something going on with Will,” my mother adds in confusion. I shake my head, unable to discuss it without feeling my throat close up. My parents stare at me in confusion. Pressing my lips together, I don’t speak for at least thirty seconds.
My father says, “Is something going on between the two of you?” His gaze is laced with suspicion.
“No, he is taking me to the movies on Tuesday. It’s not that big of a deal.”
My father’s face shifts into a menacing smirk, and my mother and I stare at him before he says, “I don’t like it.”
“It’s not like anything’s going to happen, and I’m not going to marry the dude. I’m about to head off to college and I haven’t been on a proper date, and obviously someone else forgot I existed.”
My father shakes his head, wrapping his arm around my mother’s shoulder. “I suppose you’re right. I just don’t want you falling head over heels with anyone and forgetting about your dreams.”
Too late. Dreams are shattered.
My mother looks at me under my father’s arm with a sympathetic smile, understanding my plight. She watched me waiting by the window for weeks after Will returned home from college without a single visit or call. Three fucking weeks, and not a word.
“Fine. We need to go, but I’m telling you I don’t think it’s a wise move, Princess.”
“You don’t want anyone dating me,” I huff and walk out the front door, refusing to listen to his naysaying.
A minute later, they’re both hopping into the SUV with my other brother, who’s scowling at me and shaking his head. I roll my eyes at him because I’m not in the mood for anyone’s nonsense. I’ve been on the verge of tears all day, and they wouldn’t understand. They have no idea that Will broke my heart, and I can’t tell my father because a war would break out if he knew.
We drive to the clubhouse and as we pass the gate, my father gives Damon a once-over. He crooks his finger, summons him over, and then whispers something to him. The second we drive past them and into the parking spot, I ask, “What did you say?”
“I just gave him a warning, Princess.”
“Daddy,” I hiss.
“What? You’re my little girl, and I’m not going to let any fucking dick play with you. If he’s too weak to take you out, then it’s his problem. Damon knew who you were before he asked you out, right?”
“Yes, of course. You assigned him to my guard duty.”
“Well, then?” I don’t like the tone in his voice. My father’s a district attorney, which means he’s slick as hell with skills to play mind games easily.