Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“Oh, my God,” Zara says, but Zoe just hands her another shot.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I tell her, and she just shakes her head.
“You have no idea what just happened,” she tells me, “and I’m guessing she didn’t either.” She motions with her head to Zara who just finished her fifth shot and then looks at me, her eyes starting to glaze over.
I look at Zoe and then Zara, and I look to the side where I see Matthew and Cooper now standing next to us. “That’s enough shots,” Matthew says. “I hate when you girls drink, and I have to be on guard all night.” I ignore him and his ire, and Cooper just slaps him on the shoulder and then looks at me.
“I think Evan has this handled.” He smirks at me. “Let’s get the M back to the other M.” Matthew glares at him and then turns to walk away. “You got her, right?”
I nod at him and then look back at Zara. “Are you okay?” I ask her, and she shakes her head.
“I think I want to go,” she says, and I just nod my head.
“I’ll tell everyone you headed out,” Zoe says, and I grab Zara’s hand and walk outside. I hail a cab, and I look over at her and see that she is swaying to the side. The door behind her opens.
“She forgot her jacket,” Zoe says, and then Zara just giggles.
“How much did she drink tonight?” I ask her, and she shrugs.
“Isn’t he hot?” she says to Zoe. “Hooottttt,” she hisses and then reaches out to touch me, but her hand falls, and Zoe holds her straight. She whispers in her ear, and Zara just nods her head. A car stops, and I grab Zara, and we walk to the cab. I get in after her, giving the guy the address.
“Are you okay?” I ask her as she looks out of the window.
“Yup,” she says. “Peachy.” I nod my head and look out my own window.
“I can’t believe he showed up there,” she says, her words about slurring. “Like he didn’t know I was going to be there.” She doesn’t wait for me to say anything. “It’s so shady.”
For the whole ride, she goes on and on about her ex, and by the time I get out of the cab, my stomach burns and my anger is to the level where I just want this fucking day to be over. I grab the key out of her hand when she misses the key hole for the fifth time.
“I got it,” I tell her, grabbing the keys from her. I unlock the door, and I wait for her to walk into the house. I close the door, and I don’t have time to even turn on the light before she throws herself into my arms. I catch her before she falls, and she gives me a sloppy kiss.
“We need to have sex,” she tells me, and I make a decision at this moment that is going to fucking suck. Her hands go to the top of my shirt as she tries to unbutton it, and I stop her, but she is so far-gone she doesn’t even realize that the mood has changed. She tries to unbutton my pants, and I walk away to the stairs, holding her hand so she doesn’t fall. “Yes, let’s go to the bedroom,” she says. “We need the bed to have sex in.”
“Yeah, that’s why we are going upstairs,” I tell her, and as soon as I get into the room, she rips her shirt open and stands there in the same bra she was wearing before.
“Let’s get naked,” she says, throwing up her hands and then swaying. I look at her, and in the dimly lit room, I know she will always have a piece of me.
“Why don’t you lie on the bed? I’ll be right back,” I tell her, and she smiles and goes over to the bed while I go into the bathroom and wait until I hear her soft snores fill the room.
I walk back into the room and see her lying in the middle of the bed with her pants on only one leg and her hand over her stomach. I pull the pants off her leg and then slowly tuck her in before I lie on top of the covers beside her. She’s facing me, and I take a mental picture of her.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Zara
The sun is hitting my face, and I can feel it. I try to swallow, and I literally can’t. The pounding in my head comes full fucking force, and I groan. How much did I drink last night? I slowly peel only one eye open and look at the room. I groan and close my eye. “Here is water and ibuprofen,” Evan says, and then my head turns to look at the side of the bed. He is sitting on the edge of the bed. I open one eye again, and this time, I zero in on him. He sits there in his jeans, his hands on his knees, and his shoulders slumped down. I close my eye again, trying to piece together what the fuck happened last night.