Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 151097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 755(@200wpm)___ 604(@250wpm)___ 504(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 151097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 755(@200wpm)___ 604(@250wpm)___ 504(@300wpm)
“Shaun texted me.”
I may have turned to ice after hearing that. “What did he want?”
“He wanted to know where I was so we could talk.”
I shot to my feet. “Please tell me you told that fool to kiss your ass.”
Coby only looked up at me with such hopelessness. “He’s my brother, Hunter.”
Biting my tongue, I turned away under the guise of pacing to keep from telling my best friend that the bitch was not her brother. Roshaun didn’t give a fuck about her. It may be true, but I knew Coby wasn’t ready to hear it.
She knew Roshaun had sold her to Ocean and still wouldn’t let his ass go.
What would it take?
Coby wouldn’t even let herself believe the truth about her inheritance and that Roshaun had obviously stolen it. I knew her brother was the only thing she had left of her parents, but it was time for her to wake the fuck up.
“Tell me what happened,” I gently demanded.
And so Coby did.
By the time she finished vomiting all the drama that had happened right under my nose, I knew two things for sure.
One, I was so fired as Coby’s bodyguard.
Two, she wasn’t telling me everything.
Ocean wasn’t a hothead who only thought with his fists. I seriously doubted that Coby talking to her brother would have driven Ocean to smash his fist…through a window. The rage it would have taken to fuel that much power…
“Is Ocean okay?”
Coby shook her head. “I think he broke his hand. Abel took him to get it checked.”
“That’s not good.” A broken hand would weaken him, but I’d be a damn fool to think it would render Ocean completely incapable.
“No,” Coby agreed. “And Ocean had his goons take Roshaun, but I don’t know where.”
I kept my face blank as I nodded. Coby didn’t seem to notice how little I cared anyway as she exhaled and placed her face in her hands. She shook her head mournfully. “He probably thinks I betrayed him. I don’t think he’s ever going to forgive me.”
I just barely kept from rolling my eyes. “Roshaun will get over it.”
Coby slowly lowered her hands and looked at me like I was daft. “I was talking about Ocean.”
Exhaling, I grabbed my phone from the table and dialed his number. It rang until the voicemail picked up. Swallowing my pride, I tried twice more. When my back-to-back calls went ignored, I sent a text.
This is why I don’t do relationships.
Too. Fucking. Complicated.
“Well, if he doesn’t, fuck him too,” I said, pissed at Ocean myself now.
Coby nodded absently while typing on her phone. I snuck a peek and saw Ocean’s name saved as ‘Hubby’ at the top of the thread she was texting. “Yeah, fuck him,” she mumbled.
We were both some lying ass bitches.
I convinced Coby to lie down after she grew increasingly frustrated having her texts and calls ignored, but then, of course, she became super clingy and didn’t want me leaving her alone.
Crawling under the covers with her, we both drifted toward the center until we were curled around each other, my leg tucked between hers, the heat from her pussy warming my thigh, and the front of our bodies pressed together underneath the duvet.
It was hard to pretend we were normal best friends when you’ve had said friend’s pussy on your mouth and her juices dripping down your chin. We still haven’t discussed what had happened, but what more was there to say?
I loved her.
She loved me.
We both loved Ocean.
Coby refused to give up and tried calling Ocean again once we were settled, but he still wouldn’t answer. I even tried Abel, who at least texted me back and assured me that Ocean was fine and was cooling off before he came back to Glainne.
I showed the text to Coby.
“Do you think we should leave?” she whispered in the dark.
“Why should we leave? Ocean hasn’t been here in a week. I say we invoke squatter’s rights,” I teased. “This place is ours now.” I grinned, but Coby just stared at me sadly, so I sighed and began playing in her short curls. (The ones on her head. Get your minds out of the gutter, nasty.) Massaging her scalp always helped her relax. “Do you want to leave?” I whispered after a few minutes.
“No, but what if my brother is something he can’t get past?”
I shrugged, not believing for a second that Ocean would let Roshaun or anyone else tear them apart. “He will. I can easily think of five different occasions you’ve made me homicidal, and not one of those times did I think I would be better off without you,” I told her. “But if Ocean can’t get his shit together, just say the word, and we’re gone.”
Coby gave me a skeptical look. “You really think it will be that easy for us to walk away?”