Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
I let out a heavy sigh that’s filled with a thick disappointment, and honestly, I’m surprised I didn’t choke on it. “Oh, excellent. If I’d known that the award recipient of Perverts United was here, I wouldn’t have come.”
Both Jordan and Zeph glance up as I lean against the entryway, and while Zeph has the good sense to hit pause on their game and get to his feet like a gentleman, Jordan glares at me as though I’m intruding on their special bonding time.
“Shit, babe,” Zeph says, walking over to me and pulling me into his side before pressing a kiss to my cheek. “We must have lost track of time. Jordan was just leaving anyway.”
“The fuck I was,” Jordan says, flying to his feet and throwing his arms around to prove a point. “If she can’t stand to be around me because she’s a prude, then she should leave.”
“Fuck,” Zeph murmurs beside me, his voice low as he stares at his friend. “I’m starting to see your point.”
“Took you long enough.”
“Come on, man,” Zeph says, tossing his controller onto the couch. “It’s not as though she’s here to hang out, so unless you’re down with lubing up and becoming a bottom, then what’s about to happen in here ain’t for you.”
“Fucking hell,” Jordan mutters before striding toward us. “I’ve got better shit to do anyway.”
He strides straight out the door, passing way too closely for comfort, but he doesn’t put up a fight, and the next thing I know, I hear the sound of the front door slamming.
“Shit,” Zeph says, letting out a heavy breath. “You know, he’s really not as bad as you think he is. He’s just . . . I don’t fucking know. He’s being a dick toward you, and I don’t know why.”
“Or perhaps he’s just a dick, but you’re the exception so you don’t realize.”
Zeph gives me a hard stare and rolls his eyes, clearly not on board with my conclusion, and when he strides over to the couch and flops straight back down where he was a moment ago, I give it to him straight. “You know I’m not here to fuck you, right?”
“Yeah,” he says, his tone shifting with deep regret as he glances back up at me in the doorway with those dark eyes that are so similar to his father’s. “I kinda thought that was the case.”
“You feel it too, right? Something’s shifted.”
Zeph nods, and I push off the doorframe before joining him on the couch, throwing my legs over his as I lounge back into the cushions. He watches me with a curious stare, his eyes lingering just long enough to make me squirm. “It has,” he agrees. “I’ve been thinking about it, and I can’t pinpoint an exact moment for you, but I know when it changed for me.”
My brow arches, and I sit up a little straighter. “Oh, please, wise one, do share with the class. Let me in on the secret.”
He stares straight back at me, grinning like he’s about to rain down all kinds of hell over me. “Which part?” he questions. “The part where you’ve been screwing my dad, or the part where I think I might be madly in love with your friend Chloe.”
My jaw drops, and I simply gape at him. “What—I . . . uhhhhhh.”
Zeph flies to his feet, his eyes widening like saucers as he stares right back at me. “HOLY FUCKING SHIT. I was just guessing, but it’s true, isn’t it? You’ve been fucking my dad? What the actual fuck?”
“I mean, I . . . ummm. Shit.”
“No,” he says, shaking his head, his face turning a ghostly shade of white. He holds up a finger, wagging it at me as though that could somehow keep me in check. “I’m gonna need a minute.”
Zeph strides out of the den, and I watch him through the open door as he moves to the railing that overlooks the foyer below, grips the expensive Italian marble, and hangs his head.
“You are . . . You’re not gonna jump, are you?”
“A MINUTE, TILLY. I NEED A GODDAMN MINUTE.”
A stupid smirk pulls across my face, and I get back to my feet before stepping out of the den and following him. Looking down over the rail, I notice just how flawless the architecture is of this home. I’ve always known it was beautiful, but up until this very moment, I don’t think I’ve really taken the time to appreciate it.
“So, uhh . . . While you take a minute to process, should we dive headfirst into the whole you being in love with my Booty Belching Bhloe?”
At that, Zephyr has an immaculate recovery and whips around, his arms crossed over his wide chest as he leans back against the railing. “So, you and my dad, huh?” he questions, shaking his head as he drags his hand down his face. “How exactly . . . uhhh. You know what, I don’t think I want to know.”