Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 40128 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40128 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
“Okay.”
“Good. Now, let’s have some fun. I hope I get some of those brownies you made.”
“Not if the kids get them first,” I say, knowing they’re a hit with everyone and will be gone as soon as the smell spreads across the yard.
“They’ll have to fight me for them,” he says. He unlocks the vehicle and we all start getting out. I hope I can avoid running into Will for as long as possible.
As soon as we pop out of the vehicle, I spot Will, and he stops talking to his father. His eyes land on me, and his face goes from a smile to a hardened stare. I ignore him and walk off in the opposite direction toward my friends who are huddled together, but I don’t make it far when I feel Will’s presence on my heels. It’s almost as if he’s breathing down my neck. Speaking of neck, my locket is hot against my breasts. If I could tear this necklace away from my neck, I would. Maybe my father could have it removed if I ask.
Chapter Seven
Will
“Mel, what the hell are you wearing?” I bark out, pulling her inside the clubhouse hallway away from everyone. We haven’t seen each other in months, and this isn’t how I wanted our reunion to go. I had a few hours left before I could officially make her mine. Today is going to be torture, and I don’t need this.
“Excuse me. My name is Melanie, Mr. Steele. Please do not address me again.” She storms away from me, and I’m about to fucking lose my mind. Did I miss something?
“Since when did we become so damn formal with each other?” I snarl, wanting to bend her over my knee and see how quickly she forgets formalities. Damn it, I want to forget all the rules and just take her now. A few more hours.
“Again, you’re speaking to me and I’m not sure why. I don’t know who you are anymore. You must be mistaking me with someone else because I can’t be the same woman you made all those promises to. You led me to believe there was more. Now, please get the hell out of my face because I don’t want to see your stupid, lying face anymore.”
“Why? What did I do?”
“What did you do?” She laughs in my face. “I can’t believe you. Three fucking weeks, Mr. Steele. You’ve been in this small motherfucking town for three whole weeks, and you couldn’t even be bothered to speak to me, call me, or even acknowledge me when you came back. Then I see you give other women your attention just fine. So do me a favor—let’s keep it that way. I’m leaving in just under two months, and I won’t see you for a long time.” I’m struck dumb by the notion that she’s really going away to college in August.
Like a fool, I take too long to respond, so she continues with added venom. “Hopefully it will be a very long time, and then maybe we’ll both be married to other people by then.”
She sets me off with those words because there is no way another man will ever have his hands on her. I have her pinned to the island. “You’re not marrying anyone else.”
“No, you’ll just be fucking them, but I’m sure as hell not ever marrying you. Goodbye, William Steele. Congrats on graduating to being a heartbreaker.” She pushes my chest and moves under my arm, storming off.
“Lanie, wait,” I shout, rushing to the clubhouse door, but her bestie Beth gets in the way just in time for me to lose sight of her in the crowd. “So, future Prez, isn’t it weird to have sex with the same woman as everyone else?”
“My sex life is none of your business.”
“It is when it upsets my best friend after she’s spent the last year waiting for your selfish ass,” she snaps, getting all up in my face. I’d shove her out of the way, but I was raised with manners, and I also need to understand what the hell she’s going on about. If there’s anyone who knows what’s running around in Melanie’s mind, it’s Beth.
“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about,” I snarl. “So, you better explain or get the fuck out of my way before I move you.”
Her eyes turn to slits and then she lets it all out. “Chrissy. We saw you today, and you looked awfully cozy in that chair with your hands on her, and her tits couldn’t be any closer to your face unless they were in your mouth.”
I slam my eyes shut, ready to send my fist into a wall. “It’s not what it looked like.”
She scoffs, “Isn’t that what they all say?”
God, if she was a man, I’d pop her in the mouth. Where the fuck is Connor when I need to punch someone? I don’t have time for that kind of ridiculousness. “I don’t need to explain anything to you.”