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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Since I need a break to clear my head before I can finish my homework anyway, I make my way to my bathroom for a nice, cool shower.

I’m feeling a little better by the time I emerge, rubbing lotion into my hands before walking over to my bedside table to check my phone. I left it on charge while I showered since my bedroom door is locked.

Nothing new.

Sighing, I climb back on my bed and turn my attention back to my books.

Thankfully, I’m less distracted this time and finally manage to get it done.

I’m out of water by the time I finish my homework, so I tiptoe down to the kitchen for a fresh bottle. I hear Landon’s car outside as I reach in for the water, so my heart drops and I slam the fridge door, making a mad dash up the stairs before he gets inside and catches me.

My heart pounds when I get back inside my bedroom and get the door closed behind me. I lock it, turn off my light, then walk softly back to my bed. I cleared my schoolbooks before I ran downstairs, so I fold back the comforter and climb underneath.

I’m hyperaware of the sounds outside my bedroom. His room is down the hall from mine, so I listen for the sound of his door shutting to indicate he’s inside.

My body tenses when instead, I hear a quiet knock on my door.

I wait, not even breathing, for a sign it’s not him. If it’s Mom, she’ll announce herself so I know I’m safe to open the door. Hayden doesn’t typically come to my room, but he would announce himself, too.

So when the person on the other side doesn’t say anything, I figure it’s him.

Then he startles me, slamming his hand against the door once before dragging his fingers down the wood the same way he did the night he broke into my house and trapped me in my bedroom.

“Let me in,” he says lowly.

Not a chance.

Since my light is off and it’s late, he can just assume I’m sleeping.

If he wanted to talk to me, he has had all evening to reach out. Instead, he waits until it’s late and expects me to just let him sneak into my room like everything is fine.

He waits outside the door for a while, but eventually, he gets the message and walks away.

A small part of me is relieved, but a larger part is disappointed. I’m not playing with him. I’m not running right now because I want him to chase me. But whether I wanted him to or not has never played a very big role in Landon’s decision to come after me. He talked a big game about being unstoppable, then at the first sign of conflict, he took his ball and went home.

Maybe I should have known better than to believe him.

His years of meaningless hookups with random girls may have taught him to be great in bed, but they haven’t done shit to show him how to be a good boyfriend…

Or whatever the hell he is to me.

Maybe it was naïve to think that, for me, he would learn.

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Sleep is elusive tonight, but that’s no surprise.

I can’t stop listening for noise in the hall, inventing excuses to leave my bedroom that I know I’ll never use. My pride won’t let me. Still, I waste time coming up with them.

My senses are confused when I hear what sounds like a door sliding open, but that’s impossible. My bedroom door doesn’t slide, and it’s locked, and—

I emerge from my comforter cocoon just enough to peek and reassure myself it’s only my imagination, but I nearly scream when I see a man entering my room via the sliding door that opens out to my balcony.

My heart rate ramps up and I quickly sit upright, watching as the man gently closes the door.

His back is to me, but I’d recognize the back of that head anywhere.

“Landon, what the hell are you doing in here?”

Chapter Forty-One

Parker

Landon turns around to look at me. All my lights are off, but he’s still illuminated by the moonlight spilling in through my windows. My gaze rakes over him, taking stock. His mussed dark hair, the way his gray sleeveless shirt—an old one with the school logo on it, from when he was on the football team—hangs off his strong frame. It’s the outfit he threw on earlier after we went for a swim, and it looks damn good on him, but I don’t want him to come any closer.

I don’t want to risk smelling her on him.

“Stop,” I say, unsure what to do. If I throw back the blanket and stand, he can grab me more easily, push me around and kiss me, even if I don’t want him to.

Of course, if I stay in bed, he could just join me—again, whether I want him to or not.


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