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 laugh as though he’s gone insane. “Of course I’ve noticed. She’s my best friend. She’s fucking stunning.”
Zeph nods eagerly. “That’s just my problem. She’s gorgeous, and I don’t know how to act around her. It’s fucking with my head. I’ve never had this problem before. I asked you to fuck me in the middle of class by miming, for fuck’s sake. Picking up chicks isn’t an issue for me, but with Chloe, I’m fucking terrified of her. My hands start sweating, and my knees threaten to give out, and then she looks at me like I’m slow because all I can manage to do is just stare at her, and then I panic and run away like a fucking bitch.”
I stare at Zeph as though he truly is going insane, and while I know I don’t know him well enough to know all the little things, I sure as hell know him well enough to know that this is more than out of character for him. “Holy shit. You really are in love.”
“Nooooo,” he groans, leaning forward and bracing his elbows on his knees. Zeph drops his face into his hands, and anyone on the outside looking in could only assume that this is the worst news he’s ever received. “How could I let this happen?”
“I don’t think you let it happen. I think it just does, and sometimes, there’s not a goddamn thing you can do about it.”
He blows out a breath just as the familiar sound of the garage door opening rumbles through the house, and suddenly, Zeph isn’t looking so sorry for himself anymore.
I can’t help the quip that comes flying out of my mouth. “Mmmm, Daddy’s home.”
“I swear, babe. One more daddy comment, and every last one of my gentlemanly morals will fly out the goddamn window, and I promise, I will punch you right in the left tit.”
I can’t help but laugh, knowing damn well that even if I sat on top of the bastard and told him every raunchy detail about the things I have done to his father, he would never sink to lows like that. “The left? Why not the right?”
Zeph groans before his eyes widen and a wicked grin stretches across his face. “Shut up and get naked.”
“What?” I rush out, batting his hands away as he starts reaching for my clothes. “You clearly haven’t worked this out already, but I’m not screwing you anymore. You and me, platonic friends now. The fuck part of our buddies has taken an indefinite hiatus.”
Zeph rolls his eyes and all but scoops me off the couch before placing me on my feet and grabbing my anxiety attack shirt and yanking it over my head. “You don’t need to fuck me, Tilly. You just need to look like you did.”
Oh God.
I let out a sigh, seeing his plan as clear as day. He wants to use me to get under his father’s skin, and honestly, despite being team Caesar right now, I can’t help but feel as though Zeph deserves this.
“Fine,” I say, and not a moment later, I’m in nothing but a thong and Zeph’s shirt. I’ve ruffled my hair and pinched my cheeks, and Zeph stands before me, shirtless with the button of his jeans undone and my bra hanging out of his back pocket.
We look as though we’ve just spent hours fucking, but Zeph should know better. Caesar will never fall for his ruse because where I’m concerned, the man can all but sniff me out. Sex isn’t in the air, and Caesar will be able to tell the moment he walks through the door, but that’s not what’s making me nervous; it’s what comes after that’s got my heart racing a million miles an hour.
Then, as we hear Caesar come through the internal garage door and into the house, Zeph scoops me up bridal style and gives me a manic grin. “It’s showtime, baby!” And with that, he races down the stairs, more than ready to blow this shit to pieces.
15
CAESAR
My hand has barely closed around the empty glass tumbler at my private bar when I hear Tilly’s sweet laugh bellowing from upstairs, and not a moment later, I hear what could only be described as a herd of elephants stampeding through my home.
I fill my glass with whiskey, then take a long sip as I listen to Zeph and Tilly making their way downstairs. Tilly’s laugh sounds like a shot straight to the chest as I realize she’s been here with Zeph all afternoon.
I saw the notification for the home security system go off, but I had assumed it was just Jordan and didn’t bother to check. Perhaps if I’d known, I would have come home a little earlier.
I scoff at my own way of thinking. What would I have done? Walked in on them fucking again? Taken over for my son this time? Given him a step-by-step lecture on how to eat pussy until your woman is coming on your tongue, then offer a crash course on how to tell when a woman is faking it?