Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 89878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
She’s not mine. When the summer ends, she’ll leave. We have an agreement, and I intend to stick to it. It’ll be an adjustment. I’ve grown accustomed to her presence. The way she makes me feel young. Alive. In control and completely out of control at the same time. And before I know it, I’ll be alone and back to my old ways. The club. A place I haven’t thought about since Georgia fell into my lap. And my cock.
Fuck, I swipe my hands back down my face, imagining her lips around me. Her cheeky smile. How innocent she looks—a stark contrast to the dirty little girl she is. I grab my cell and shoot off a text.
Me: I’m an asshole. Forgive me.
I watch three dots appear and then disappear.
A strange feeling settles in my chest. Worry. Remorse. I should’ve never spoken to her the way I did. Called her a child. She’s held herself like a more mature adult than half the women I’ve dated. I’m a real fucking asshole.
Me: Let’s talk when we get home. Missed you today, Peach.
The text won’t fix anything, and I sound like a fucking pussy, but there’s also nothing I can do about it right now. My focus needs to be on work and saving this client.
Chapter nineteen
Georgia
“You’ve been quiet today.”
I glance over at Noah as we drive home from work. “Just tired. You snore.”
“Do not.” He nudges my shoulder. “You wanna talk about it?”
Sure, let me start by saying your dad is spectacular in bed, but his bedside manner sucks since he called me a child and yelled at me like one.
“Not really, but thanks. Just gonna go to bed early tonight.”
He nods, not believing me, but thankfully, he doesn’t push. We get home, and I head up to my room and take a long shower. There’s a knock on my door, and Noah peeks his head in. “Hey, I’m going to grab drinks with the guys. Wanna join?”
“I’m good, but thanks.”
“Sure thing. I’ll catch ya later.” He shuts my door, and minutes later, his car roars to life. I slip into a comfy pair of pajamas and nestle in my bed. My phone vibrates against the nightstand, and I ignore it, dreading another text from Jackson. I’ve always been strong-willed. Bullheaded, as my dad would have said. It takes a lot to hurt me. And his words today had left a mark. I’m a child to him. Hello!! He’s nearly twice your age! Ugh! I’m so mad at him. But I’m even more mad at myself. I let my guard down and let him in. I’ve been denying it, but somewhere along the way, I fell for him. It’s not just about sex for me, and it hasn’t been for a while.
His last text hit me in a way I didn’t see coming. He missed me?
Someone who only cares about the physical wouldn’t say that… right? Or am I just fooling myself?
Maybe he’s crossed lines too. Maybe this isn’t as black and white as I thought. But I’d be delusional to believe this could ever be something. That was made clear from the start. No emotions. No expectations. I knew the rules, and I accepted them without hesitation.
Back then, I was rational. Levelheaded.
Now, I feel like I’m spiraling, grasping at something I was never meant to hold.
My phone rings, and I hold my breath as I glance at the screen. Relief floods through me, my shoulders easing as I exhale. “Hey, Lettie.”
“Hey, stranger. You forget about me or what?”
“Never.” I roll onto my back. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah. Nothing to worry about on my end…”
I can tell in her voice something’s wrong. “Lettie, spit it out. I know you. Did something—”
“You need to talk to Mom.”
I roll my eyes, drawing in a deep sigh. “I have nothing to say to her.”
“I know, but things could be different if you just talked to her. I know you’re upset. But she’s your mom. She loves you and just wants to make things right.”
“It’s too late for that.”
“It will be if you don’t speak with her.”
“What? Why? Why would it be too late?” A knock sounds on my door, and my eyes dart to it. A beat later, Jackson stands in my doorway. “Hey, I’ve gotta call you back.”
“Call Mom!” she yells as I hit end.
“Hey,” he says, walking into my room.
“Hey,” I reply, sitting up.
He sits on the bed, resting his hand on my thigh. “I know you’re mad. You should be. I was out of line today.”
“Well, I’m glad we got that out of the way—”
“Georgia, cut me some slack. You caught me at a very bad time. A lot of shit is happening, and you were in the wrong place at the wrong time. I said shitty things out of anger over something that doesn’t have anything to do with you.”