Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 91840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Yes, I want to fuck her.
Sure, she’s annoying as hell. But, when her mouth is shut—or, if I had my way, full of my cock—she’s incredibly fuckable.
A total babe.
I wanted to fuck her the moment I saw her. And I don’t mean today.
I remember her from the club. Of course I do.
You don’t forget a woman who looks like her.
She’s stunning. A mane of long brown hair, which is sadly tied back into a ponytail today. But, man, does it look soft as fuck. I want to pull that hair tie out and slip my hands into all that gorgeous hair, getting my fingers tangled up in it, while I fuck that tight body of hers and stare into those smoky-blue feline eyes, watching her lose control as she comes.
I would have made a move on her that night in the club, but before I even had the chance, she mentioned a boyfriend, so that was the end of that. And, even if she hadn’t had a boyfriend, she got totally trashed that night, and I never screw a drunk woman. I would have just waited until the morning when she was sober, and then I’d have banged her.
Of course I would have taken her home with me. Look at her; she’s fucking gorgeous.
But it didn’t happen.
And, since that night, I never thought of her.
Until, out of nowhere, there she was, leaving the studio building, tears running down her pretty face.
I had the urge to follow her and find out what or who had made her cry.
But I didn’t follow.
And then I saw her walk off down the street from where my car was parked.
So, I made the decision to go over to her car and knock on the window to check if she was okay, which is not like me at all. I don’t like it when women cry. It makes me uncomfortable, so I avoid crying women at all costs.
I’m kind of an asshole if you haven’t guessed.
But something drew me over to her, and I was just approaching her car when it suddenly moved, and she ran over my foot.
And that was when everything went to shit. And, after that, no way was I going to admit that I remembered her.
Admitting I remembered her would have meant that she had had an impact on me even if it was only a small one. She didn’t need to know. Knowing that would give her the upper hand, and when it comes to women, I need to be on top every time. Literally and figuratively.
“Well, that was your last chance, Gabe.” Her voice pulls me back. “Call me Speedy again, and you’ll see what happens.”
She’s so argumentative.
Seriously, I’m not used to women giving me shit like she does. They’re usually all, Yes, Gabe. Whatever you say, Gabe. Put it in whatever hole you want to, Gabe, no matter how I speak to them.
But not Speedy. She doesn’t take my shit. She’s quick-witted and feisty. Different. And, oddly, I like that about her.
It makes her even hotter.
“And what are you gonna do if I call you it again?” Of course, my tone is mocking. Gotta bait if I want to get a bite.
It’s like a game of verbal chess.
Waiting to see what barb she’ll say next, it’s entertaining as fuck. Has my heart beating faster and my dick getting harder. Who knew insults turned me on so much?
Her small body tenses under my arm. “Guess you’ll find out if you call me it again.” Her tone is edgy.
Oh, yes.
And, obviously, because I can’t help myself and I seem to have developed the mentality of a teenage boy when I’m around her, I say, “Bring it on, Speedy.”
She huffs this cute little growly sound that has me grinning from ear to ear.
“You’re an asshole.”
“Is that my punishment?” I mock. “Because I thought you had more in you than that, Speedy.”
“Ha! That wasn’t even close to payback, Hoppy.”
She scowls up at me, and I want to kiss it off her face.
“Gabriel! Oh my word! What have you done?”
We’re interrupted by Agnes, one of the nurses who works here with Tate. Out from behind the reception desk, she comes barreling toward me.
I love Agnes. She’s my favorite. She always showers me with affection and feeds me cookies when I’m here. And it’s not just because of who I am or because she wants on my cock. It’s because she genuinely likes me. And, also, she’s been married to the same guy for forty years, and her kids are older than me.
“She ran over me with her car and broke my foot.” I thumb in Speedy’s direction.
I hear her gasp, and I grin.
God, I’m a dick. And I love it.
“Why on earth did you do that?” Agnes frowns at Speedy.
“I-I…it wasn’t on purpose,” Speedy splutters to Agnes. “It was an accident.”