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)
I had loved Wolf since the first morning I had woken in his bed, unable to remember anything of the night before, with him on the floor right beside me. I’d been drugged by a guy at a party, and, well, Wolf hadn’t quite managed to save me, but he’d tried. Wolf had been out of my circle until Monroe dated his best friend, not to mention out of my league.
The next few weeks were a dark place for me, and he was by my side the entire time, like a self-appointed guardian. He was a good friend until I asked him to have sex with me. Before the drugging, I’d been a virgin, and I wanted him to give me a first time I remembered. I wanted it with someone I trusted, someone I felt safe with. No one made me feel safer than Wolf. And for the next year of high school and my first year of college, no one had made me feel more loved. Then he’d given up a scholarship to his school of choice to come to State to be with me.
I thought we were the fairy tale, but I quickly learned there was no such thing. Life had a way of throwing curveballs that push people apart. And push it did, until everything became too much. The pressure, the attention, the distance that grew, even though we were living in the same town, on the same campus. So, I asked for a break. Just a break, not a break-up. He changed his number, and two months later, he started dating Nora Locke. Peppy. Skinny. A cheerleader. Someone who looked like she belonged with a guy like Wolf.
Not a charity case. That crippling lack of self-worth I’d been battling for as long as I could remember began to creep back in. If this was day one, the other twenty-nine were going to be a joy.
“Hey. You okay?” Cassie touched my shoulder.
“Yeah.” I lied. “Fine.”
Tossing another shirt into the washer, she flashed me a knowing look. “You can’t fool me. I’m the queen of guy problems.”
“I know.” Not these kinds of guy problems, though. Wolf was an old wound that had no business still hurting. I certainly didn’t need to pick at it.
Cassie dropped the empty hamper onto the floor. “Wonder how many death threats Monroe has sent Wolf by now?”
“At least five…” I had called Monroe on our way to this hellhole, explaining the shitshow we were in. At first, she lectured me on how stupid it was to steal those drugs. Then she’d turned her fury on Wolf. The last thing she’d said before I’d hung up was that she was going to castrate him.
Cassie plucked another bright-red thong from the Wal-E-Mart bag. “Just for good measure.” She dropped it in with the rest of the clothes, then slammed the metal top down with a bang. “Treat me like a damn maid…”
At least the thought of Rogue’s face when he realized half of his clothes looked like Barbie’s wardrobe cheered me up.
An hour later, I sat on the dryer, watching Cassie proudly fold one of Rogue’s now baby-pink shirts.
Her phone rattled across the top of the dryer. I handed it to her, seeing the message ribbon from Rogue:
You’re sleeping in my bed tonight.
“You’ve been summoned…”
She stared down at the screen like it had personally offended her. “Fuck him. I am not sleeping with him.”
I took one of the clean, flamingo pink shirts and folded it on my lap. “I mean, let’s be honest, you’d usually be falling back into his bed right about now, anyway.”
“Whose side are you on?”
“I’m here with you, aren’t I?”
“Yeah.” She put a hand on her hip. “Calling me a whore.”
“My apologies. I’m sure this time is different from the other fifty.” I tossed the folded shirt into the hamper. “What with him blackmailing you…”
“Exactly.” She didn’t look convinced, though.
If Monroe were here, I’d put ten bucks on Cassie screwing that asshole within twenty-four hours.
Her phone buzzed three more times.
“You know what, if he wants me in his bed, I’ll be in his bed.” A slow smile pulled at her lips before she shoved the device into her back pocket. “I’m going to give him hell.”
“You know giving him hell is not giving him head, right?”
One of her blond brows arched. “It is if there are teeth involved.”
“No, it isn’t. You said he likes that shit.” And my scarred mind would never recover.
“Nope. He’s not getting so much as a kiss goodnight from me.” She crisscrossed her chest. “Cross my heart.”
If I were her, I wouldn’t be messing with bad juju where her weak cooch was concerned.
“Uh-huh.”
“Night, Jade,” she said, grinning as she pranced out of the room.
Cassie was weak where Rogue was concerned, but if there was one thing that took priority over getting laid, it was getting revenge. I almost felt sorry for Rogue. Almost.