Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
“Of course he wouldn’t. But he would say something he’ll hit me for later if you don’t give him a damn second to get himself under control.”
I sigh hard, and I cross my arms over my chest while glaring at the open door Drex disappeared out of. Where does that door even go? I sure as hell never explored anything past what was right in front of me.
“Nice to see you not trembling in fear for a change,” Axle muses.
I cut my eyes toward him, and he holds his hands up defensively. “Girls got to have brass lady balls to stick this place out. It was a compliment,” he adds.
After what feels like forever, Drex walks back out and hands Axle my phone. Whatever he says has Axle almost laughing, which is new. Axle doesn’t ever laugh. He doesn’t hardly smile. He rarely speaks to a woman, with the exception of me and Sarah. And he certainly doesn’t pat women on the back, which is what he does to me on his way by.
Drex isn’t laughing, and he glares at Axle’s back after the back pat. As Axle leaves, Drex’s eyes come to meet mine.
“You did good. Thanks for that. Axle is going to give you a lift back.”
Some of the coldness in his tone and eyes has ebbed, but he’s still not the Drex I’ve gotten used to having close to me. I move toward him, but when he tenses, I stop.
“Why did you kick me out? Is it because I trashed your room?”
He snorts derisively while leaning against the wall.
“You know why, Eve. Don’t pretend you don’t. This is normal to me. Everything that was overwhelming you is just another day in my life. You aren’t made for this, and I’m not made for anything else. Now get back to your life. While you’re at it, get a nicer life than that fucking shitty room you’re in. I’ll pay for the upgrade in a better place.”
Rolling my eyes, I move closer again, but his eyes narrow like he’s warning me to keep my distance. When his eyes drop to the exposed tattoo on my shoulder, his throat bobs and some more of that coldness ebbs.
“I had a bad day and you didn’t trust me. I lost it a little. Doesn’t mean I was ready to leave, Drex.”
Yeah, even I know how crazy it all sounds.
His eyes lose the coldness completely for a moment, but he replaces it almost immediately, as if he’s shutting down any and all emotion.
“You didn’t even say goodbye,” I whisper when the first tear falls.
His throat bobs again, but he doesn’t look at me.
“Go, Eve. Time to get out of here. Thanks for the video.”
A few more tears fall, but mostly because I’m more pissed than anything now.
“I said you didn’t even say goodbye,” I repeat, angrier this time.
The beer bottle in his hand is suddenly launched across the room, and it shatters against the wall. I don’t even flinch. Drex gets angry. Drex gets violent. But Drex would never hurt me.
“Damn it, Eve. Go. For fuck’s sake, leave. Please,” he groans.
“Not until you tell me why I didn’t even deserve a damn goodbye!”
In less than a blink, he goes from being against the wall to in my face, lifting me effortlessly before dropping me to the pool table. In the next breath, his lips are on mine, hungrily kissing me.
My hands go to his hair, tangling in the soft threads as I pull him closer, kissing him back with as much desperation as I grind my hips against his. He pushes my legs wider apart, then grabs my ass and jerks me forward until I can’t possibly get any closer. The friction is incredible, and feeling him hard and wanting me is definitely nice.
I moan into his mouth when his hands slide into my hair, roughly angling my head so he can kiss me harder. It’s what I’ve been missing. For every second his lips are on mine, that void disappears a little more, and everything miserable is replaced with something else… Something so much better.
“Fuck,” he groans against my lips, and I grind against him again as though it was a command. His lips move down my neck as I arch closer, reveling in the feel of the touch I’ve missed so much.
He kisses and devours the skin the tattoo covers, which is fortunately healed. When his grip tightens on me, I’m almost positive he’s about to take me on the pool table, and I’m so ready for that. For him.
There has to be a way we can make this work, because I don’t fit in outside these walls anymore. There has to be a way I can fit in inside these walls.
He gently kisses his name on my skin one last time before bringing his head back up. His forehead falls against mine as we both breathe hard, practically panting.