Contempt (Coastal Elite #3) Read Online Sam Mariano

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, New Adult Tags Authors: Series: Coastal Elite Series by Sam Mariano
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Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 155405 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 777(@200wpm)___ 622(@250wpm)___ 518(@300wpm)
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Every piece fits except the ones we hauled in along with us.

Most of the boxes have been put away or at least taken to the places they’re meant to be unpacked, but Mom doesn’t know this house much better than I do, so there are a few stray boxes in the living room that don’t seem to have a home yet.

I peek at the labels written on in black Sharpie. Mom wanted everything to be neat and organized to make the moving process as smooth as possible.

I know she was anxious about it. Landon is a threat she lacks confidence they can contain, so she managed the nuisances she knew she could control.

She must have run out of steam because the box marked photo albums certainly seems like it should be in Hayden’s study. I decide to take it there for her, but my muscles are already sore from all the boxes I carried the past few days, so they balk at my lifting a box full of heavy books.

I put the box down just inside the study since I’m not sure where something as personal as family photo albums would go.

I’m tempted to look around the glorious haven of books and sophistication, but I still feel like a guest here, and I don’t want to get caught snooping.

When I return to the homeless boxes, I see the next one is labeled swim supplies. Our old house didn’t have a pool, but this one does. More than that, it has a pool house, and that seems like the most logical place for this stuff.

I wedge my cold bottled water under my chin and, ignoring my groaning muscles, lift the box. Might as well move this one while I’m at it.

The pool looks so serene as I walk by. It’s a nice night, too.

I’ve wanted to go in the pool since I found out we were moving here. I hadn’t seen the Atwater mansion before, but Landon is on the swim team and their house is expensive, so it stood to reason they probably had one.

What a pool, too.

I take the box into the pool house and open it to see what’s inside. The usual stuff—sunscreen, some beach towels, one of Mom’s old bathing suit cover-ups. I stop when I grab my backup bathing suit. It’s a bikini, and while Mom always sports a bikini at the beach, I usually opt for a one piece. My fair complexion means I burn if I even think about the sun for too long, so the more skin I have covered, the better. I’d swim in one of those scuba diving outfits if I had one.

But we were out shopping one day and decided to take a spontaneous trip to the beach to watch the sunset and play in the water for a bit. We could have just gone home, but the shop had a blue bikini and a green bikini on clearance. We grabbed those, put them on under our clothes in the dressing room, and hit the beach.

Since it’s dark, I don’t have to worry about sunburn tonight.

I look at the looming mansion, my gaze automatically finding the window of the room I know is Landon’s.

I do have to worry about him, but his bedroom lights are off. The basement doesn’t seem to be illuminated either, and it is late on a school night, so it’s probably safe to assume he’s sleeping.

A grin claims my lips as I snatch the bikini out of the box and run to the bathroom to change.

I feel far too naked as I practically tiptoe out of the pool house. I toss a beach towel on a lounge chair as I walk past, then I check the house for signs anyone else is awake, but thankfully, the place is still dark.

Pleasure washes over me as I submerge myself in the water. Even the sounds the water makes to accommodate me as I walk deeper into the pool bring me peace.

I’ve always loved the water.

As much as I loved our old house, the one thing that bugged me was that we didn’t have a pool. Every single other house in the neighborhood did. Since I didn’t have any friends in the neighborhood, I didn’t have access to anyone else’s, either.

I mean, my best friend has a pool, but unless her roommates are out, Hannah’s house is a stressful place to be. I can’t stand either of the people she lives with, and any time I have gone over there to swim with her, Jackie or Anae—or both—have found reasons to drag her out of the pool to do something for them, because God forbid she have a little fun.

I don’t know how she stands them, but I can’t. It’s too hard to keep my mouth shut when I’m around them, and usually I do because I don’t want to make Hannah’s life any harder once I’m gone, but it is far from relaxing.


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