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)
“Fucking hell,” Zeph mutters as I make the chef’s kiss signal with my fingers. “I’m never going to get used to the idea of you and my dad.”
“Just don’t think about it,” I tell him. “It’s not as though that’ll be hard. You don’t strike me as someone who does much thinking anyway. You’re a bungalow.”
Zeph just stares at me, his brows pinching. “A what?”
“You know, a bungalow. A one-story house. You’ve got nothing upstairs.”
He shakes his head, blowing out an exasperated breath. “Why the fuck did I agree to this shit?”
I lean right into him, my lips barely a breath away from his ear. “I think it’s got something to do with the hottie next to me,” I tell him, only I forget to whisper, and as Chloe glances at us with her brows furrowed and a deep suspicion in her eyes, all Zeph can do is shake his head.
“Fuck me,” he says. “This is gonna be a shitshow.”
A few hours later, I stand on the kitchen table of the Kappa Sigma frat house with half of the swim team, shaking my ass and having the time of my life with my new forever besties while Zeph devours Chloe up against the wall. And judging by the look on her face, she’s more than experienced that little trick that Caesar taught Zeph with his fingers.
She can thank me later.
Better yet, Zeph can be the one to thank me later. After all, if he really is crazy in love with her like he thinks he is, then technically, his wildest dreams are currently coming true, and he has nobody to thank but me. Though he should be aware that I only take gratitude in the form of expensive gifts such as luxury sports cars and condos.
I’m busy shaking my ass when a familiar face steps up in front of the kitchen counter with his arms crossed over his wide chest and an expectant expression stretched across his moronic face, instantly killing my vibe.
“Ugh, who let you in?” I groan, my ass-shaking momentarily paused as I stare down at Jordan. Tonight was supposed to be about forgetting that I’m in a Caesar-induced coma. I was supposed to be having a good time, but suddenly I’m no longer feeling it.
My mood instantly plumets at just the look on his stupid face, and along with it comes the hurt I’ve been trying to swallow after hearing how easily Caesar reinforced his boundaries this afternoon. I don’t know what I was hoping to get out of that conversation with him today, but I know that I wasn’t emotionally prepared for that.
He made it more than clear that it’s only about sex, and I don’t know why I was holding on to hope that it could possibly be anything different. He laid out the ground rules from day one, and I shamelessly agreed to them. I vowed not to get emotionally attached to him, vowed not to fall in love. And while I don’t actually know if what I’m feeling right now is love, I know that it’s something, and that could only mean that I broke my vow.
I have officially forged an emotional attachment to Caesar Di Rozé, and now I have no choice but to avoid him like a plague. The moment he finds out, he’s going to send me on my way, and I don’t know if I have the strength to handle that.
“It’s time we cleared the air, don’t you think?” Jordan questions.
I let out a heavy breath and roll my eyes. “I’m not going to fuck you, Jordan. And neither are any of my friends, so if that’s what you’re hoping for, you can go right ahead and fuck off.”
Jordan scoffs. “You certainly think highly of yourself, don’t you?”
“If I ignore you, will you eventually go away?”
“Unlikely.”
Shit.
Crouching down, I reach out, and Jordan takes my hand, helping me to jump down off the counter in a rare display of chivalry. The moment my feet hit the floor, Jordan hastily releases his hold on my hand as though it burned him, and he waves me through the crowd. “I take it you don’t want to find a quiet place to talk?”
“Oh, I’ll talk,” I tell him. “I have more than enough things to say to you, but there’s no chance in hell you’re getting me alone in a quiet place. Whatever you want to say to me can be done in front of witnesses.”
I can practically hear him rolling his eyes. “Outside then?”
I nod. The front yard and the street are littered with people, and while the party is more than raging out there, the music isn’t quite as loud.
We weave through the throng of people, and when we stride past Zeph and Chloe up against the wall, Jordan goes out of his way to point them out. “Trouble in paradise, huh?” he questions, stepping in so close behind me that I feel his lips against my ear. “What happened?”