Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
That someone was my stepbrother, and I still have the bite mark on my thigh to prove it. OMG, Trevor wasn’t supposed to bite me! He wasn’t supposed to do any of what he did, actually, but my pussy tingles at the mere memory as my thighs squeeze together. OMG, I have to stop thinking like this. Trevor is my stepbrother and totally off limits. I can’t.
At that moment, there’s a clatter from the kitchen and then Stella appears, a giant matcha smoothie in one hand. She’s in an XXL t-shirt and hot pants, legs impossibly long. Her hair is in a loose braid, the color impossibly golden in the sun, and her face is clear of makeup, but her expression is already up to something.
The moment she sees me, her eyes go wide and she sets the smoothie down, hard. “Holy shit, you’re alive!” she shouts, then launches herself over the back of the couch and lands next to me in a move that would dislocate the hips of a lesser mortal. “Girlfriend, tell me everything. Were you just, like, sitting in jail the whole night? Or did you do the smart thing and seduce your way out like a normal person?”
I bury my face in a pillow and groan. “I can’t believe I’m back here. Can we just pretend last night didn’t happen?”
Stella doesn’t even blink. “No. Absolutely not. You have to tell me if they made you change into an orange jumpsuit, and if a new guard came, and if you got any new tattoos, and—” Her eyes narrow. “Oh my god, did you see that bitch Tammy? Did they bring her around, finally? Is her pussy just as haunted as the rumors say?”
She’s so loud and unfiltered that I can’t help but start to laugh, but the sound comes out strangled. “First of all, you know there’s no jumpsuit. Second, it was the same guard and he was a fucking turd. Third, Stella, I am not as cool as you think I am. I didn’t seduce anybody.”
My friend makes a wounded noise. “You’re letting down the team, Kay. I got out in, like, twenty minutes. Morris was ready to unlock the cell before I even finished my dance. But you—” she points a dramatic finger at me, “—you have the raw material. You just have to own it.”
I try to wriggle lower into the couch. “You left me there,” I state. “You ditched me.” I remember Stella blowing me a kiss as she strolled out in her heels, dress clinging to her ass, her own mug shot probably already being used as a thirst trap by the Minneapolis PD.
She waves a hand, dismissing the accusation. “I knew you’d be fine. You’re made of tougher stuff than you look. But you’re out now! So tell me, how did it happen?” She leans in so close I can see the flecks in her irises, her tone suddenly conspiratorial. “Tell me you were creative. Tell me you went full femme fatale.”
I squeeze my eyes shut. “I didn’t. I tried, okay? But Morris wasn’t buying it. He just kind of watched, then told me to stop. I think he thought I was going to have a nervous breakdown.”
Stella makes a sound like a sad trombone. “Sad, girl, sad. You have to make them think that the sun rises and sets with you. But, wait, how did you get out then?”
I shoot her a deadpan.
“The normal way. I stayed overnight, and was bailed out in the morning.”
Stella looks confused.
“By whom?”
This is where it gets tricky, and I fight to speak in a normal tone. “Trevor.”
For a beat, all the air goes out of the room. But Stella’s expression is confused.
“Who’s that? Some hot guy you’ve been dating?”
“No, it’s my stepbrother, remember? He came around like a year ago to drop off some stuff. The tall one?”
Stella’s eyes widen as realization dawns.
“That guy? Oh my god, he’s so hot. You called him? What gives, girl? You didn’t know anyone else?”
I shrug.
“He’s family. I didn’t think to call anyone else.”
Stella smiles craftily.
“Well, at least your stepbrother’s insanely hot, and loaded too, right? Because he’s some kind of AI billionaire. That’s good, so he can afford bail. But I mean, girlfriend, that man looks like Superman, with the dark hair and blue eyes. He even has a curlicue over one eye. And that body, too. Is he enhanced?”
I stare at her. Stella’s chatty pitter-patter sometimes goes so fast that it’s hard to keep up.
“I have no idea what enhanced means. You mean like drugs?”
“Hell yeah,” Stella says in a conspiratorial voice. “You know guys with a superhero build almost always use testosterone, HGH and peptides, right? No one’s natty anymore.”
I stare at her.
“Stella, I don’t think my stepbrother’s enhanced, although I don’t know him that way, so I wouldn’t be able to say for sure. But yes, it’s Trevor who paid the fee to bail me out.”