Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
I kiss her there, then below her ear, before whispering, “Tell me.”
“Absolutely not,” she barely gets out.
Evan groans once more before leaving the room in a fit, while Callie tries not to laugh. I kiss Cameron again, then run my tongue along her ear. Her heart speeds up as my cock throbs in my pants. “Tell me.”
“Nope,” she says, swallowing hard. “It doesn’t matter, because I have self-control.”
Her words are for Callie, and her best friend only grins. “Sure, self-control of a fly in a trash yard.” Callie teases, her eyes falling on us. “So, I guess we’ve moved from fake dating to real dating?”
It’s not me who doesn’t hesitate this time.
Leaning back into me, Cameron looks up at me, her cheeks full of flush and those damn eyes only for me. “Yeah, he’s no longer an arrangement. I think.”
I cup her face. “Don’t think, just know.”
Her lips curve, and I lean down, pressing my lips to hers. Callie squeals happily, but all my attention is on the girl who is currently deepening our kiss. My hand comes up to cup her cheek, stroking it with my thumb as I fall into her kiss. Into her.
Ahfuckme, with each pull of her lips, each stroke of our tongues, I know for a fact, this girl is the goal I’ve been practicing for.
Quinn’s Chapter One
My hands vibrate along the steering wheel as annoyance eats me alive. Beside me, Ava sits all prim and proper, texting someone, not that I fucking care. I had high hopes for this night at Evan’s. I couldn’t get away with Benson not knowing about Ava, which is why I introduced him to Ava first. I know he’s not a fan, but I knew he’d be supportive. With Evan, though, he’s the level-headed one of all my family. He tries to see the good in everyone, and I really thought that this would go well. That Evan could go back to my parents and tell them how great Ava is.
But that backfired right in my face. Badly.
My heart is in my throat as I chance a glance at my fiancée. Ava is stunning. Super-skinny, long, straight blond hair, and the brightest blue eyes. Her nose is pointed, her lips full of filler that I’ve paid for, and she’s just perfectly put together. She comes from old money, the kind that has made her stuck-up because no one has ever told her no. She’s everything I don’t want, yet someone I have hitched myself to.
“That didn’t go well,” I say since I know she won’t say a word. “I thought you said you’d try.”
She doesn’t spare me a look. “Those people are not my people.”
“They’re my family.”
“True, but you aren’t like them, Quinn. You are smart, gorgeous, and sophisticated.” My jaw ticks at that since I know my family is great. Loving, kind, welcoming. She wasn’t good to them; she was rude, but I couldn’t trust myself to correct her behavior. “I mean, Evan was okay enough, I guess, but I think it’s because he comes from money like you do. You can tell the rest of them didn’t grow up like we did.”
“Not everything is about money, Ava. And honestly, I’m pretty sure Cameron has more than both of us combined,” I say, and I know this is only going to cause more issues for me, defending Cameron. But I have to.
“When you whore out your body, the money is tainted.”
I press my lips together. “But the money spends the same.”
“True, but it doesn’t make you classy.” She scoffs before chuckling. “I can’t believe she called me a bitch. How disgusting is that?”
I ignore that comment. “I thought you’d like Callie.”
“As you said, she’d actually have to care about someone other than your brother, which I get since he’s her meal ticket.”
I grind my molars, shaking my head. “It’s not like that. She loves him for him. She helped him heal.”
She waves me off, her perfectly manicured nails glittering in the lights of my car. “I’m sure she’s fine. But honestly, I don’t care about any of them.” That really grinds my gears. “I bet they loved Emery, didn’t they?” she asks with venom in her voice.
Everyone did. Especially me. “Yeah.”
“Of course, they did. Trash loving trash.”
“Don’t you fucking dare,” I warn, my heart thudding in my chest. “I told you not to talk about her.”
I feel her gaze on me. “And I told you to stay off her socials, but you’re still on them, and no photos have been taken down in your apartment.”
My jaw hurts, I’m clenching it so badly. “I told you. I’m not taking any of that down, not that it matters since you don’t plan on moving in.”
“Still, having those up doesn’t help sell our upcoming nuptials.”
I want to say fuck our nuptials, but I don’t. “I don’t care. I told you. When it comes to Emery, I don’t budge.”