Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 111676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 558(@200wpm)___ 447(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 558(@200wpm)___ 447(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
My attention drifted to Squishy, who sat beside me like a proud emperor. A moment of relief washed through me, but it was short-lived. “Truth or not, there’s clearly something between you and Megan.”
His nostrils flared on a deep huff. “There isn’t jack shit between us.”
“There’s enough for her to try to rip out my fucking hair! And slash my damn tires.” I should have stopped there, but with each passing second, my blood pressure rose, and the insanity took hold. It was like watching a wreck I couldn’t stop. “Did you date her?”
“Oh my fucking God.” Dropping his head back, he swiped his hands through his hair, biceps flexing. “I fucked her. Once. When I was shitfaced drunk. Happy?”
I couldn’t stop the image of him and her, naked, kissing, fucking, from popping to the forefront of my mind.
“Girls don’t go absolutely bat shit over a fuck, Wolf.” My mind was a whirlwind of uncertainty, of that bitter jealousy I so badly wished I could snuff out. “But let me guess, you’re still friends with her, right?”
His gaze hardened. “Jesus Christ! It was one time, when you,” he pointed at me, “didn’t want anything to do with me!”
“I didn’t want anything to do with you because you moved on from me faster than I could say we’re fucking done!”
His phone vibrated on the nightstand. My gaze snapped over to it, my blood boiling when I saw Nora’s name flashing on the screen.
“Speak of the devil.” Laughing, I snatched the device from the charger, then chucked it at him, as hard as I could, barely missing his head. “Nora wants to talk to you. So much for telling her not to call you anymore.” I felt stupid for believing him, stupid for believing in us. My emotions mixed and whirled, anger, hurt, humiliation, all culminating into something I could barely manage. “Guess I don’t matter that much after all.” I shoved off the bed, storming past him to the dresser.
“I told her not to call me. That I was with you. What do you want me to do, block her number?”
I grabbed my backpack from the floor. If he’d told her not to call, that we were together, and she still felt the right to… All that did was send all those old feelings of inadequacy rising to the surface. “I’m not your keeper, Wolf,” I said, fighting tears as I raked my body spray and hairbrush into my bag.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m going home. If that means you need to use that video—” I snatched one of my T-shirts from the floor. “Then so be it.”
“I deleted the fucking video. Over a week ago.”
That doused a drop of water on my emotions, only to stir in confusion. If he’d deleted the video, then that meant something, didn’t it? That he cared? Or that I could have gone home this entire time, but he let me stay and be Rogue’s servant. His phone rang from the floor where it had landed when I’d thrown it at him. When I looked down and saw Nora’s name on the screen again, I snapped.
I picked it up and answered. If he didn’t want to tell her, I sure as hell would. “Stop calling Nora. You look desperate.”
“I—”
I hung up, then slapped his phone against his massive chest. “See! How hard that is?”
His brow furrowed, his angry gaze peeling back layers I didn’t want him to see. “Feel better?”
“No.” Squishy followed me into the bathroom. “Why can’t you just be a dick for once?” I grabbed my shampoo and deodorant, cramming both into my bag before going back into the bedroom, refusing to look at Wolf. “You had no problem being a massive dick when you blackmailed me.” I dropped my bag onto the bed and went to zip it, but before I could, Wolf’s hand halted the movement.
“Would you stop?” He snatched the backpack from my grip and dropped it to the floor. “I don’t want Megan. I don’t want Nora. I only want you. Why can’t you just trust that?”
Because I was too messed up when it came to him. Too all in already. Too aware of how much he could hurt me. I looked at the floor, angry at myself, at him.
“Jade…” Wolf took my chin, forcing me to look at him. “I fucking love you. I don’t want anyone else. If you think, for one damned second, that any other girl could ever measure up to you…” His brow creased. “The way I feel about you. That’s a once-in-a-lifetime thing, and if you think I would fuck that up…”
Tears spilled down my cheeks. Everything about this hurt, his words, the possibility of losing us again…
“I’d put a bullet in my own head before I let you go again.”
Deep down, I knew he loved me. It was the fear of whether that love was enough that terrified me, that sent me down a rationally irrational spiral.