Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 59767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
“Man, I didn’t mean—”
“Get the fuck out!” I growl, much louder this time. The fucker jerks like I’ve hit him and God, I really wish I had. Still, he has the nerve to look at Georgia. You really need to get rid of him. Call me anytime. Then, the asshole takes off in a sprint. There are people watching us, I can feel their gazes, but I don’t take my eyes off Georgia. “That didn’t work out the way it was supposed to,” I confess, my voice still rough, my breathing ragged.
“Really? What the hell did you expect would happen when you asked something like that? Did you think he might just strip and suggest we do it right here? Hell, maybe the whole restaurant would join in. We could just have a giant orgy right here!”
I feel some of the tension leave me. I didn’t have it right. Georgia isn’t angry. Hell, no. She’s fucking livid and it’s a beautiful sight to behold. I may have thought my woman would have trouble fitting into my world, but seeing her anger on display, I know I was wrong. A woman with this much fire will carve her place any fucking where she pleases.
“Baby—”
She turns her attention to the two women beside us. “What do you guys think? You want to have sex with my date? He’s completely fucking insane, but if you get past that he’s not bad to look at.
I start to laugh, but then I realize what she just said, and it pisses me off. “I’m not having sex with another woman, Georgia,” I snap.
“Why? Are you wanting to …” She stops, her brow crinkling. “How did you put it, Grifter? Do you hit for the other team?”
“Griff or Griffin. Never Grifter, Georgia. Not to you.”
“Fuck you,” she huffs and Christ, I don’t know for sure, but I figure that might be the first time that word left her lips, but I know right now that I want to hear it again…
She stands up and when I go to do the same, she picks up her water glass and dumps it on my head. “Don’t get up. Look around for a new partner. I’m done here. I’ll call a damn taxi.” She stomps away and for a second all I can do is watch her. Then, I get up, throw way too much money on the table and follow my very pissed-off date.
11 GEORGIA
I don’t think I’ve ever been so mad in my life. I want to kill Griffin and maybe choke my grandmother. I know everyone is staring at me and although tears are stinging my eyes, I refuse to let them fall. The last thing I want to do is add falling apart in public to this mess of a night. I don’t know what I was thinking. I am not that girl—the one that can have a normal date with a guy I like. No, it has to explode just like everything else I touch.
When I make it out into the parking lot, I realize I don’t even have my cellphone with me. I didn’t bring my clutch at all. I left it on the table by the door at Nana’s. Shit. I’ll just walk home. Sure, we drove out of town, but I’m mad enough that I can make it there on pure anger alone. I barely make it ten feet when I hear him.
“Where are you going? My bike is back this way.” I don’t answer him, I just keep walking. “Damn it, Georgia,” he mutters and now I can feel his presence behind me. I increase my speed, but I know it’s futile. “Baby, stop,” he pleads and the tight control I had, completely snaps.
“Don’t you dare call me baby like you care,” I yell at him, tears now running unchecked down my face.
“Georgia—”
“I knew it! I knew you were crazy. I knew going out with you would end up bad. I tried to tell Nana. I don’t even know why I agreed to go tonight. Maybe I just wanted to believe Nana was right and there’d be a man out there who could really care for me—all of me.”
“Baby, please. I do care,” he says, but his words just add to my pain.
“Maybe I just wanted to be fucking normal for once,” I huff, rubbing at my tears with the back of my hand and hating it—hating everything.
“You are normal!” he barks, sounding as angry as I am.
“Oh yeah? You’re technically my first real date and you propositioned one of the restaurant staff for a freaking threesome! How is that normal?”
“I did it to prove a damn point!”
“What point was that, Grifter? That you’re an asshole? You can rest easy then. You proved that big time!”
“I wanted to show you how sexy and desirable you are, woman,” he grumbles.