Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
“Delivery for Mira Coolidge.”
“Yes, that’s me.”
“Here you are,” he replies, handing me an inconspicuous brown paper package. I sign for it, and he turns to go. I look down and realize there’s no return address.
“Excuse me, who sent this?” I ask, but the man simply turns and shrugs.
“You’d have to call the office. I just deliver ‘em.”
“Right…” I mutter as I close the door. I head into the kitchen and tear the package open. The contents spill out onto the counter, and instantly, I stop breathing.
Photos. Dated two days ago.
Of Finn…
Standing way too close to a woman in the parking lot of his shop. She’s tall, exotic, curvy, and wearing a skirt that’s barely even there. Something you definitely don’t go run errands in. Her hand is on his chest while he looks down at her.
“What…?” My voice catches in my throat.
I brush the photo aside to reveal another beneath. She’s leaning in…
Another…her lips brushing against his cheek…
And the final photo…their lips pressed together, his hand up her skirt…
My stomach drops and a wave of nausea hits me. My heart is pounding like a drum as I stare at the demonic collage as it taunts me as if to say, “Ha, you fell for it! He played you!”
No. He told me I was his.
He didn’t push me into bed with him. He waited.
And when he made love to me, he did it like he meant it.
But was it all just a game? A marathon race to get into my pants? Or to win some kind of pissing contest between him and Tyler? For all I know, they’ve been rivals since they were kids.
“Please, no…” I whimper.
I feel sick. I feel used.
But most of all, I feel stupid.
I gave everything to him. I trusted him with the most private parts of me, and I believed him when he told me he loved me, that I belonged to him. I truly thought he cared. When I woke up this morning, the world was bright and warm, and now it’s like the sky has turned to ice and is crashing down on top of me.
A sob bursts from my lips. And that’s when I hear it.
A ringtone from within the package. I reach inside to find a pre-paid cell. My hands are trembling as I unlock it and find a text glaring me in the face with a vicious energy.
He just wanted to fuck a rich girl. Sorry, Mira.
I hurl the phone across the room and hear it shatter in the corner. My legs give out, and I slump down into a ball and press my face to my knees. Tears sting my eyes and fall down my cheeks as I lose all control.
Is that all I was to him? Someplace to get his dick wet?
He swore he had no line of women waiting for him—scoffed at the idea when I suggested it—but clearly that was just a lie. How could I be so stupid? A man as gorgeous and rugged as Finn would obviously have girls all over Chesterville and beyond. I saw what I wanted to see: a way out. A savior.
I feel dirty. Betrayed.
I press my hands to my belly again, and the sensation is the total opposite of what I was feeling in the shower. What if I’m pregnant with a cheater’s baby? Was that all part of his plan? To knock me up and then bail with a new story to tell the rest of his biker buddies while they’re drinking together?
Somehow, I manage to drag myself over to the couch and lie down, feeling like every ounce of energy has been drained from my body. The air feels thick and heavy. Even the walls of the house seem to be closing in on me. The whole world has changed. I thought my forced engagement to Tyler was bad.
Little did I know…
I wake to the vibration of my phone against my thigh. I grab it and rub my eyes. I’ve been lying here for hours. I must have fallen asleep.
It’s Finn calling.
I ignore it.
His name on my screen is like a knife twisting into my heart, eager to pull tears from my eyes. I try to take deep breaths to calm myself down, but it doesn’t help. My pulse is racing. I feel like I’m about to have a breakdown.
I set the phone aside and clamp my eyes shut, trying to push the images of him and the girl at the shop out of my mind—her hand on his chest, her tiny little skirt, their lips pressed against each other’s.
But the images refuse to move. They just play back over and over like a twisted, torturous dream I can’t escape.
How stupid am I?
How could I fall so fast for a man I barely know?
He took my virginity like he owned it—like it meant something. And I let myself believe that a man like Finn—a man with rough hands and rough words, so much different than Tyler—could actually want me for more than just a night.