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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I’m gonna wake her up.

I want company.

Sure, I have these fuckers out here, but they’re not the company I want.

“What are you doing?” Malek asks as my self-appointed playground monitor, watching me drop into the driver’s seat. “You are not driving that fucking thing. The last thing I need is—”

He’s a pain in my ass, so I smirk at his annoyance as I fire up the engine, the noisy-ass motor cutting him off so I don’t have to.

My attention drifts away from him and I focus instead on the dark windows on the top floor of the house. I don’t expect Parker will turn on any lights. It’s late, and she’s too considerate for her own good, so she won’t want to wake anyone up.

But she won’t want me waking anyone else up, either.

Not this late.

Not when I’ve been drinking.

And she knows I was earlier. Before I came into the house, I made sure to take a swig out of one of the little bottles I snatched from Hannah’s house so she’d smell it on me and know she had damage control to do.

With the car still in park, I press my foot down on the gas.

This car is very nice to look at, but it’s noisy as all fucking hell.

I rev it again, and again.

Arden smirks, and Malek shakes his head. They know what I’m doing.

And I keep fucking doing it until I get what I want.

Chapter Seventeen

Parker

It’s still dark when I wake up.

I’m not initially sure what woke me. A noise, I think. Something outside.

Typically, I’m not afraid of the dark, but when I was trying to fall asleep last night, I was keenly aware of Hannah not sleeping beside me. That made me think of the nightmares she keeps having, and I guess that triggered a sympathy nightmare of my own.

So, when I push back the covers and climb out of bed in the middle of the night, my mind is caught in a land where evil men can’t be kept from the things they want by doors or walls—no matter how expensive or impressive those well-meaning barriers may be.

Nobody’s here.

I tell myself that as I creep toward my bedroom door. I only intend to go down the hall until I get to a window with a view of the driveway. But then I hear a revving engine outside, and that’s too brazen to be anyone trying to creep around the property.

I don’t bother going to the window when I hear it again.

I know some asshats who would rev engines in the driveway in the middle of the night without caring who they woke up. A whole group of them, actually.

I glance back at the bed to make sure Hannah is still sleeping before I slip out of my bedroom.

It occurs to me I probably should have grabbed my phone or at least a robe. I’m wearing a pair of grey sleep shorts and an olive green tank top with no bra underneath. Not exactly an ideal uniform for dealing with Landon and his debauched friends.

I slip on a pair of sandals and head outside to see what’s going on.

Tonight, court is apparently convened in the middle of the driveway.

Arden Prince leans against the door of a sleek, sexy red Camaro. It’s a new model, not a classic. It’s a gorgeous car, pretty and showy like he is, but somehow it doesn’t quite suit him. It’s probably too cheap for one of Baymont’s wealthiest heirs.

He seems to agree. Arden’s gaze is locked on Malek’s car, some crazy-expensive limited-edition Ferrari he doesn’t even care about. His dad has so many cars that he famously gave Malek this one last year for his birthday when it’s rumored he completely forgot about it and had to scramble for a present. Maybe it’s because of the thoughtlessness of the gift, but Malek has quietly loathed his three-million-dollar ride from the moment he got the keys.

He’s not even standing by the coveted car now. Instead, he hangs off to the side with Jordan Brewer.

Landon is behind the wheel of his Jag. I’m guessing he was the one revving his noisy ass engine.

Of course he was.

“Well, well, well, it looks like we have company,” Arden observes as I come down the stairs.

Landon has the roof up but the windows down. He looks at me through the passenger window hole, and he does not look happy to see me.

“What the hell are you wearing?”

Eyes wide, I stare at him. “Clothes.”

“Barely,” he snaps. “Those shorts are practically fucking underwear.”

Logically, I know he is completely insane.

Illogically, his comments make me feel like these are shorter than I realized and maybe I shouldn’t be leaning over the car door with all these creeps around to stare at my ass.

I can’t let Landon know his criticism bothers me, though, so I resist the urge to tug at my shorts to try to cover more of my thighs and toss back a biting comment. “Yeah, I know. I don’t know how Hannah’s keeping her hands off me with all the sexiness I’m exuding right now.”


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