Total pages in book: 213
Estimated words: 201920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1010(@200wpm)___ 808(@250wpm)___ 673(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 201920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1010(@200wpm)___ 808(@250wpm)___ 673(@300wpm)
Something happened between the time I walked into the locker and the time I came out. I’m damn sure of it because I’ve never seen her like this.
She presses her lips together in a thin line and looks past me when a loud bang and clatter comes from the kitchen. The couple at the other end of the restaurant is looking too.
It’s only when I look back to the piece of napkin in my hands that I realize it’s shredded.
“No. No type in particular,” Allie says flatly.
“You’re being moody as fuck.”
“I’m just moody in general,” she says with a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. Those beautiful eyes are narrowed at me and I know she’s warring with something, but I don’t know what. I just want her to tell me.
“Give me something.” The words may come out as a command but I’m fucking begging. I’m practically on my knees wanting this girl to trust me.
“Something?” That resolute look in her eyes flickers, like she didn’t expect that. Like she didn’t expect me.
“You don’t have to hide from me,” I start to say but before I can finish, she’s already shaking her head.
“I didn’t ask for this,” she bites back.
“Then leave,” I tell her because I’m irritated. Because the fact that she’s giving me attitude and pushing me away is doing nothing but pissing me off.
It takes all of half a second for her to stand up, leaving my jacket where it is, and make a beeline for the back exit.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” I call after her.
“A lot,” she answers, and I should let her walk away. I should watch her do it and order myself something to eat. Forget about her.
I’m sure there’s a lot of shit I should do, but logic and reasoning aren’t really my strong suit.
And I fucking want her.
More than anything else right now. I. Want. Her.
I shove the table away as I stand, and it squeaks across the floor. “Allison,” I call after her as the door shuts, but she doesn’t look back.
I’m quick. Quicker than her as I round the back exit to the deserted parking lot.
My hand slams on the brick wall as I catch up to her, boxing her in and stopping her in her tracks.
“You’re in my way,” she says through gritted teeth.
“I don’t like games.”
“I told you, Dean,” she says sarcastically, although her expression is riddled with pain. “It’s always a game.”
“What’s going on with you? You’re making me crazy with this shit.”
“You think I don’t care about myself, huh? That I don’t have any self-worth?”
“Where the fuck is that coming from?”
“From you asking me if I’m a slut.”
“That’s not what I said, I said you like being thought of like that. There’s a difference.”
Her expression softens slightly but she continues this bullshit. “It’s the same for you.”
“It’s not. And I didn’t say shit about your self-worth.” I mock the way she said it and feel like an ass, but it pisses me off she’d even say that. “I only want you because you are worth it. How can you not see that?”
She flinches at my question.
“Just let me go,” she whispers and pushes at my arm, but I hold firm.
“No, you’re not leaving like this.” I’ve never met someone like her. She needs someone. It’s so fucking obvious.
“You don’t get to tell me what to do,” she says but even as she does, I can see her fight is gone.
We’re in the back lot, with dumpsters right behind us and there are only two cars back here. We have plenty of privacy and at the realization, I step even closer to her. Upping the ante.
“You’re not leaving like this. Not until you give me an explanation.”
“Fuck you,” she tells me.
“That’s right, Allie Cat, that’s exactly what you’re about to do. You’re finally getting fucked against the wall like the dirty whore you are.”
“I already crossed that off my wish list.”
“Not with me and not like this. And it’s not your wish list, Allison, it’s your to-do list.”
“You’re such a cocky bastard. You think because you tell me to fuck you, I will.”
“No, it’s because you want to. It’s because you love it when my dick’s deep inside of you. And I may be cocky, but you’re the one who’s pushy. You want control, you want to pull me this way and that and the moment I follow, you want to push me away. Not. Fucking. Happening.”
“You think you’re so good, don’t you?” she taunts me.
“Tell me I’m not, and I’ll leave.”
My heart’s a fucking battering ram, trying to crash out of my chest, but she doesn’t answer me. She bites tongue for once.
I know one thing about Allie. She’ll stay with me if I’m loving on her. I can do that. I can keep her coming back.