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 pull away from him and scrunch my face. “What are you talking about? Zeph and I aren’t anything. We were having fun. There’s no trouble at all. Besides, that’s my best friend. I practically forced them together tonight.”
His brows crease, and he glances back at the couple, more pointedly at Zeph, and I can’t help but wonder if he’s somewhat jealous. “What’s your deal, huh? Have you got a thing for Zeph? Is that why you’ve been such a dick to me?”
Jordan glares at me and steps ahead. “Come on.”
I follow his lead, trailing after him as he walks outside, all while rolling my eyes at his back. If it weren’t for Zeph, I wouldn’t bother trying to patch things up with Jordan. He’s a prick, but Zeph is amazing, and if Jordan means something to him, then I owe it to Zeph to at least give him a chance. Who knows? Maybe Zeph was right and Jordan truly is a great guy. I doubt it, but I suppose I’m about to find out.
We make it out the door, and I weave through the people lingering on the front porch, and after making my way down the few stairs, it quickly becomes apparent that there’s nowhere good for a conversation out here. There are people everywhere, and after quickly scanning the yard, Jordan begins to lead me around the corner of the house.
I follow without question, but it’s not until we step into the shadow of the house that I realize just how quiet it is around here. All those witnesses I had wanted are nowhere to be seen, and I’m suddenly more alone with Jordan than I ever intended to be.
I come up short, keeping distance between us as I keep a close eye on him. “So, you wanted to clear the air?” I ask.
“Yeah,” he says, digging his hands into his pocket. “Why are you being such a little cock tease?”
My brows practically hit my hairline as I stare at Jordan, having absolutely no idea what to make of that. “Excuse me?”
“Don’t start acting like you don’t know what I’m talking about. The other day, you were acting like you didn’t want me to fuck you, and I get it, you were trying to save face with Zephyr. But now that’s over, and you’ve been up on that table dancing for me like you were fucking begging me to come and fuck you right there in front of everyone.”
“Holy shit. Are you serious?”
He just stares at me.
“Wow. You really are delusional,” I tell him. “Let me make this really clear, because you’re obviously not understanding. I have no interest in you. Zilch. Nada. Your little pin dick has no appeal to me. I don’t want to get on my knees for you, and I sure as fuck don’t want you screwing me in a room full of strangers at some shitty college frat party. I don’t know what to tell you. I wasn’t dancing for you. I didn’t even know you were here until you were standing in front of me.”
He scoffs, shaking his head as he takes a step toward me. “Give up the fucking act, Tilly. Nobody’s here. It’s just you and me. I saw the way you were looking at me at Zephyr’s place this afternoon. You’re fucking hungry for it, and now that Zeph is in there fucking that other slut, nothing is keeping you from spreading your thighs for me.”
The audacity of this man.
I don’t even bother to entertain the conversation anymore, just simply turn on my heel and start walking away, only his hand locks around the back of my throat, yanking me backward until I’m slammed up against the side of the house.
“Don’t walk away when I’m talking to you,” Jordan growls, pressing his body into mine and keeping me pinned with his hips.
I glare at the bastard. If I hadn’t drunk so much, I’d probably be terrified, and I know on some level that I should be screaming for help and trying to get away, yet all I am is pissed. This asshole dares to have the nerve to grab me like this? To slam me up against the house and demand I spread my legs for him?
He’s lost his fucking mind.
Today is not the day, and I am not the one, and unfortunately for this motherfucker, he’s about to find out the hard way.
I clench my jaw, ready to give him hell when his hands reach for the front of my pants, trying to get them undone. “The fuck do you think you’re doing?” I demand, shoving my hands against his chest and giving a brutal push, only he’s too big and not nearly drunk enough to be caught off balance.
“Stop trying to fight it.”
I see red.
My knee comes up with everything I’ve got, slamming straight into Jordan’s balls, and as he doubles over, clutching his crotch, I hastily put distance between us. “No means no, you fucking twat.”