The Deal Dilemma Read Online Meagan Brandy

Categories Genre: Angst, College, Contemporary, New Adult, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 148704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 744(@200wpm)___ 595(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
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My boys laugh as they go, but I’m too busy staring at Davis, doing my best not to yank her to me and freak the fuck out.

The girl pretends she doesn’t feel my frown on her and turns to her boss. “I’m so sorry, Rachel. That will never happen again.”

“It might.”

Davis shoots a quick glare my way, but focuses on Rachel, who waves her off, sipping from a small coffee cup.

“It’s fine, girl.” She tries to hide a grin. “We were getting bored waiting for the next rush anyway.”

“I could entertain you,” Julius offers.

She flips him off then off she goes.

I turn to Davis, who narrows her eyes even more.

“What?” I snap.

“Home. Now.” She shoves by. “Layla, thanks for everything. See you in a few days.”

Purse hanging from her fingers, she charges out the door.

“Uh-oh, Mom and Dad are fighting.” Drew grins.

I ignore his ass and hurry after the brat, watching as she yanks her car door open, throwing her purse inside.

“You’re seriously mad right now?” She shakes her head, and my eyes narrow. “What the fuck do you have to be mad about?”

Her gaze slices up, meeting mine over the hood. “Is that a joke?”

“Am I laughing?”

She does then, but there’s no humor in it as she climbs inside and slams the door closed.

I drop into my seat, glaring at her. “Talk, Davis.”

“Oh, no.” She whips out of the parking lot. “You don’t get to play clueless, Crew. There is no freaking way you don’t see why I would be royally pissed off at you right now!”

She skips the yellow light and barrels into the complex parking lot across the street.

“I know why I’m pissed, yeah. Not sure why you would be. In fact, you should be apologizing.”

“What?!” she shrieks, speeding into her parking spot and throwing the car into park. “Are you insane?”

Leaning over the center console, I scowl. “Are you incapable of listening?”

“What are you talking about?!”

“What did I say to you, Sweets?” My voice is nothing but a rumble. “No one touches you. You heard it, agreed to it, and guess what that little bitch did?” My eyes shoot wide in mockery.

Davis’s mouth falls open, and then she growls, jumping from the car.

I tear the keys from the ignition, since she left them behind, and rush after her.

“You are absolutely ridiculous! I can’t even believe you right now.”

“Don’t act like I was out of line. I’ll do it again tomorrow if I have to.”

She shrieks, whipping around to face me, and I shove the keys in the lock at her side.

She glares. “You are the most frustrating—”

The door down from ours opens, and Jess walks out, garbage bag in hand.

Fucking seriously?

His attention flies this way immediately. “Everything okay?”

Davis clears her throat. “Sorry, yeah, we—”

“Get fucked, pretty boy. This has nothing to do with you, so you can stop pretending like you take your trash out at six in the fucking morning.”

Davis gapes, slowly swinging her head my way, but she says nothing.

“Davis?” The dumb fuck dares.

“She’s not yours to worry about.” My glare hits him quick and he frowns from her to me. “Tell him, Davis.”

“Okay, caveman, calm yourself,” she hisses in a whisper, before facing the blond dick. “We’re fine, Jess. This is not a fight, it’s just… well, us.”

Yeah, fucker. Us.

Me and her.

I turn the lock and use my body to propel her inside, slamming the door behind us.

Me and fucking her.

Davis

The man has gone mad!

Shaking my head, I hustle into the kitchen, tossing my purse onto the tabletop before facing him. “Okay, what the hell? Is there some sort of apocalyptic shit happening I’m unaware of? Like testosterone falling from the sky, maybe?”

“What?” he snaps, kicking his shoes off with angry movements.

“Well, there’s something in the water making you go ham on the male species, I mean, shit! Were you about to go knock out our neighbor too?”

“I didn’t knock anyone out, but if I had to, I wouldn’t feel bad about it.”

A scoffed laugh leaves me, and I nod. “No, of course not. You’re a perfectly sane man.”

“I would be if people would stop trying to touch you.” He glares.

I study him a moment and his eyes only narrow further.

“K. Well, you can’t just beat people up. You have to stop doing that.”

His head tugs back. “I can control myself just fucking fine when I feel the need to. Do I enjoy fighting? Yeah, I fucking do, done it for fun plenty of times, but I don’t go around looking for one.”

“Oh?” I charge toward him, flick the bloodstain on his shirt, and he smacks my hand away.

“That was one dirtbag and he had it coming.”

“Uh-huh.” I nod. “And the blond hottie guy from the bar the other night?”

Crew’s jaw tics. “He was twice your age and you’d have known that if your vision wasn’t blurred by rosé!”


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