Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 48808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Leaving a job I loved because my middle-aged, married boss is a creep was bad enough. He actually woke me up the night before last to tell me that he was dreaming about me. And then he proceeded to describe his frequent fantasies about me in gross detail before asking if I'd be interested in making them come true. I sent the messages to his wife and then packed up my desk first thing yesterday morning.
He called my parents, claiming he was worried about me because I quit for no reason. Yeah, right. As if learning that he gets off in his office while watching me through the window is no reason.
I didn't have the heart to tell my dad what really happened, mostly because I don't want my dad to go to prison for murder. So I just…left town.
I figured staying at Wyatt's for a few days would give me time to figure out how to deal with this. I did not anticipate finding Trystan here, however.
The man is a waking nightmare and my biggest dream all rolled into one. Once upon a time, we were friends. I'm not sure when that changed, but somewhere along the way, he stopped treating me like someone he cared about and more like someone who couldn't make her own decisions.
He's standoffish, domineering, and just rude.
And even though it drives me insane, he's still stuck in my head like a song. He's always been stuck in there. I've loved him for as long as I can remember. And part of me hates it because I know there isn't a chance in hell that we end up together.
I have been and will always be a problem to him, something messy and out of place in his neat little life. I used to think that was because he felt the same way and just didn't know what to do about it. We're practically family. I thought maybe he was trying to figure out how to balance the way he felt with his sense of responsibility.
Now? Well, now I'm not sure it even matters.
No matter how long I wait or how hard I hope, he'll never color outside the lines, not when it comes to me. The sad fact is, he just doesn't like me. If anything, he tolerates me for the sake of our families. I'm the only one stuck with an undying crush.
"Uh, no, I did not call Trystan," Jade says. "I called Haven. Where are you? Mom and Dad are freaking out."
"I'm fine," I groan, flopping down on the plush bed beside Thanos to glare up at the ceiling. "I'm staying at Wyatt's for a few days." At least, that was the plan. Now, I'm not so sure. I probably should have left as soon as Trystan opened the door, but he pissed me off, so I decided to make a point.
He makes me irrational like that.
I really need to research justified homicide. Surely, smothering him with a pillow isn't actually a crime at this point, right?
"You left without saying anything."
"I needed space. Is that so wrong?"
"No," she says carefully. "But you quit your job."
"Yeah, because my boss is an asshole," I mutter.
"What did Donny do?"
I hesitate, not sure I want to tell her. I trust my sisters with my life, but I also know them. And there's no way any of them will keep a secret like this from my dad. We always go to him for help.
"Talk to me, Chloe," Jade murmurs.
"He texted me in the middle of the night to tell me about his inappropriate dreams about me. In detail," I grumble.
"What the fuck?"
"Yeah." My lips pull down into a frown. "And then he asked if I'd be interested in making it a reality. Apparently, he's been taking care of himself in his office while watching me for a while. He wants my help next time." I blow out a breath. "He even had suggestions on what I should wear."
"What the fuck?" she says again, her voice vibrating with rage.
"I sent the messages to his wife and quit."
"Good. I hope she rips his balls off," Jade snaps. "What a jerk!"
"That's not the word I'd use for him."
"I can pick a few others, if you prefer. Asshat, maybe? Disgusting pig? Creep? Complete asshole? Sexually harassing dirtbag? Incel?"
I smile despite myself. "Maybe all of the above."
"Hard agree," she says. "That's so fucked up. What did Dad say?"
"I didn't tell him."
"Chloe." I hear the chastisement in her voice.
"Donny isn't worth a prison sentence, Jade. And you know exactly how Dad will react," I remind her. Our father is wildly overprotective when it comes to us and our mom. No one crosses him unless they want to suffer the consequences.
In high school, one of the football players slapped Mia's ass in the hallway. Dad raised so much hell that the guy ended up getting booted from the team and suspended. He transferred to a different school just to avoid ever crossing paths with our dad again.