Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
“Really?” I snap, shaking my head at him as I march into the kitchen and grab some towels. Before I get back, his phone is ringing and he steps down the hall and into my father’s office like he has already taken over, closing the door behind him. “Such an asshole,” I mutter as I clean up the mess, making another trip back to the kitchen with the broken bowl and returning with a wet cloth to try to get the rest of the sticky mess.
“I have to go. One of the parishioners has an emergency. I’ll be back for dinner.” He looks at his phone, then back to me. “And get dressed. Do your hair. I should be back by seven. I want a real, home cooked meal, hot when I get here.”
6 | Wrath
I slept at the bar because I wanted to watch her house. That fucktard’s car was there all night, making me homicidal thinking he was in the house with her.
Slept isn’t quite accurate, either. I sat up most of the night looking through her windows with binoculars. The only thing that kept me from knocking the door down and beheading junior was the fact he wasn’t with her. She was in her bedroom. She closes the blinds at night, I know because this isn’t the first time I’ve done this shit.
That fuck walked the house most of the night. What he was doing, I’m not sure, but he was never with her and I could see him lay down on the couch when he did sleep so that at least kept him alive.
He’s been doing some shit at the church most of the day. Her friend picked her up a while ago and that gave me some relief that she was going to be away from him. He left about ten minutes ago and I couldn’t take it anymore.
I’d been up all night, so I needed a shower. I ran my ass home, jumped in and out, and groomed as best I could as fast as I could, because I have plans. All I could think of was her scent. The way my heart feels like it’s coming alive for the first time whenever I’m around her.
Once I clean up, I’m back on my bike and make my way back to her place, parking in the driveway before I march my ass to the front door, still not sure what I’m going to say but I know I’m done waiting.
I’m sure she’s heard my bike, but when I get to the door the house is practically vibrating with some industrial metal music and I look at the piece of white paper taped to the glass on the storm door.
‘Here’s your dinner. Don’t bother coming in.’ There’s an arrow below the words, pointing down, and I look down to see a white paper plate with a slice of what looks like baloney that makes me choke out a laugh.
Not sure what that’s all about, but girl’s got a backbone and no fear, and that only makes me want her more.
I rap my knuckles on the wooden front door and wait, but the music changes tracks to something even more violent sounding and there’s no way she can hear me over the music. It’s a risk, but I try the knob and the door opens, making me relieved but also pissed that anyone could fucking walk in, so that’s something that will need to be dealt with at some point. She needs to learn to lock the fucking door.
I reach down and adjust my growing erection, because the fucker has a mind of its own whenever I think of her or get close to her. The music is blaring inside the house and the desire she brings out of me is more than lust.
The instant attraction I had for her was one thing, but it was more. I just have this insane need to be with her. To look into her eyes. And there’s this pulling that feels like my heart is in a lasso and she’s tugging on the other end. She’s innocent, but smart and sarcastic and vulnerable all at the same time.
Add to that the music, the baloney, and I’m done for. For the first time in my life I want to be a gentleman. I want to walk down the street with her, making sure I’m always on the street side with my hand on that perfect sway of her back, just above her ripe ass cheeks. I know I’m crazy, I know it doesn’t make sense and it has disaster written all over it, but I don’t care.
No risk. No reward.
I turn the knob and push open the door, which opens into a nice living room. There’s a woman’s touch here even, though in the last year I’ve been watching I haven’t seen anyone that looks like a mother coming or going.