Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 113837 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113837 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Jackson stepped behind me as I poured a small glass of wine and tipped it back, and Bellamy watched us like a hawk.
“Let’s go outside.” Jackson flashed a perfect smile before leading me out onto the pool deck. Closer to Bellamy and that blonde.
I shouldn’t care what Bellamy did, so why the hell did I have the intense urge to make him jealous? Why the hell was I jealous? Over a guy that literally bartered a deal to fuck me... It was stupid and crazy, but undeniable. So, I kicked off my shoes and pulled my dress over my head, then jumped right in the pool. A bra and panties weren’t much different than a swimsuit after all.
“Damn, Drew.” Jackson tore off his shirt and stripped down to his boxers before he did a cannonball into the water.
Other people followed suit, taking off their clothes and leaping in. I glanced back at the deck just as Nora snatched her arm away from Bellamy and stormed to the edge of the pool with a roll of her eyes. “He’s such a dick,” she said, pulling her dress off before diving into the water.
“What was that about?” I asked.
Max shifted behind her. Nora glanced at him, then shook her head. “I’ll tell you about it later.”
We hung out in the water, everyone laughing and drinking—except me. Every so often, my gaze would drift to Bellamy. That girl was still on his lap, but there was nothing intimate in the way he held her. It looked more like he might snap her in half any second.
One of the guys jumped into the water with a beer funnel. Another guy started swinging his wet boxers around his head. And that was my cue to leave. I looked at Nora. “I’m getting out.”
She glanced back at Max, completely smitten. “I’m gonna stay.”
I waded out of the pool, and when I glanced across the deck to where Bellamy had been sitting, he was gone, and so was the slutty blonde who had been on him like a parasite all night.
It was fine. I didn’t care what he did with her or to her.
I went to grab my dress, but the chair I’d left it in was empty. “Where the hell did my dress go?”
Of course, everyone was drunk, so no one paid attention. “Seriously? Where’s my dress!”
“You can go in my room and grab a t-shirt if you want,” Jackson shouted, skimming a hand through his wet hair. “You know where they are.” That sounded really bad because I was certain no one here knew the only reason I knew where he kept his shirts was because I’d stayed over with Olivia countless times. I made my way through the house, dripping water the entire way up to Jackson’s bedroom. The image of Bellamy screwing that blonde in a bathroom somewhere sprung to mind, and my nails bit into my palms. I hated her, and I hated him, and I hated myself for letting it bother me at all.
I closed Jackson’s door and went straight into the bathroom and grabbed a towel, staring at my reflection as I rubbed it through my hair. The jealousy whirring inside me grew. Bellamy started out as a one-night stand, and that’s all he ever should have been, so why in the hell was I letting this get to me so badly?
Sighing, I wrapped myself in the thick towel and went back to Jackson’s room to grab one of his shirts.
I’d barely set one foot out of the bathroom before my gaze landed on Bellamy closing the door and locking it. “You know where his shirts are, huh?”
Folding my arms over my chest, I glared at him. “I’m surprised you could tear yourself away from your new friend. She seemed very attached.”
“Right…” His chin dropped on a not-so-funny laugh before he started across the room. “You look really comfortable in your guy’s towel…”
He kept coming closer. And closer. Of course, it crossed my mind to tell him that Jackson was not my guy, but then that blonde popped up like a bad smell, and well, I never pretended to be a rational human being. My ass hit the footboard of Jackson’s bed, and Bellamy was right there. In my face.
“And you know what?” he said, his voice deep and rough. “I fucking hate it.”
Tension mounted, so thick I could hardly breathe. Then Bellamy grabbed the back of my head and slammed his lips against mine in an angry kiss, shoving me back onto Jackson’s bed.
“I hate you so fucking much.” He ripped the towel away, and his mouth was all over me—lips and throat and breasts. Hands groping every bit of bare skin I had.
“I hate you more.”
“Seems like it.” His fingers reached between my legs. There was nothing gentle about the way he touched me. Just fingers reaching until they stole my breath. “Is that why you’re so wet for me, baby girl?”