Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 151384 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 606(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 151384 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 606(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
Jenner reared back at those words.
“Tobias, don’t say that. It’s not Jenner’s fault if he doesn’t want me.”
“Don’t want you?” Jenner said in a choked voice. “What the fuck?”
“I know I’m no good for your career,” she explained. “You should be with someone like Amaya. I’ve just been holding onto a stupid crush. But that’s not your fault. You’re not responsible for my feelings.”
Jenner looked crushed. “Immy, no, that’s not it at all.”
She turned to Tobias. “And even though we had a great time and I called you Papa—”
Jenner made a pained noise at that.
“We didn’t actually agree to anything, so I don’t appreciate you announcing that we’re together.”
“Little girl, we’re gonna be together whether you agree or not,” Tobias stated.
Holy heck.
She might have dismissed his words as posturing, but Tobias looked deadly serious.
“What . . . what do you mean?” she asked.
“You might think there’s a choice, but there isn’t. I claim you, Immy. You’re mine.”
“You can’t just fucking claim her!” Jenner yelled. “Immy, go upstairs. Call Sampson.” He pointed to Tobias. “She is not an object that you claim. You need to leave my house. Now. Before I call the cops.”
“No!” Immy cried. She turned to glare at Jenner. “You’re not calling the cops on him. Tobias is our friend.” Then she turned to Tobias. “And you don’t get to claim me, that’s not the way this works.”
Neither man said anything.
Unicorn poop!
That was it. There was no getting through to either of them.
“It is the way this works,” Tobias said. “Go upstairs, Immy. Pack a bag, we’re leaving.”
“Call Sampson,” Jenner bossed.
Stuff this.
Turning, she ran toward the stairs.
Stuff the pair of them. They could yell at each other but that didn’t mean she was going to stand around and listen to them.
They were both pig-headed jerks!
Yep, jerks!
Opening the door to her room, she heaved in a breath and grabbed her phone out of her handbag, plugging it into the charger.
There was a knock on the door, but she ignored it. She’d locked her door already.
“Immy, let me in, baby. Please.”
Nope.
Not happening.
“I’m sorry about what happened downstairs. I was . . . I’ve been worried about you all afternoon and everything exploded out of me. It wasn’t right. I just want to check that you’re all right.”
Okay, a part of her felt bad for not answering the door. But another part of her just wasn’t certain that she could hold her temper back. So it was probably better to stay quiet.
“All right, baby. I’ll give you some time. I’m just . . . I’m fucking sorry. I’m trying to be a better man for you and all I seem to be doing is fucking things up.”
A better man for her? She froze. What did that mean?
She heard him move away before she could work up the courage to ask.
Then she began to pace. But the more she paced, the worse this feeling of . . . of anger, of frustration, of nothing being right began to grow. Until she wanted to explode!
Immy knew she couldn’t stay here. She was going to go insane. She opened the bedroom door, but she couldn’t hear them arguing.
Had they gone outside? Or had both of them stormed off.
Whatever.
She wasn’t sticking around.
Turning, she quickly grabbed her handbag and phone. She’d finish charging her phone in her car.
On her way to the bar.
37
Tobias stared angrily down at the swimming pool.
That had gotten fucked up quick.
And why? Why had he exploded like that?
Because you thought Jenner was accusing you of hurting Immy.
He would never harm Immy and the fucker should know that. But he guessed that he’d also been on edge because he’d been worried about Immy. He’d known something was wrong, he just hadn’t known what it was.
And that had been riding him.
Worry over her . . . thinking that he’d done the wrong thing . . . it had all piled up and exploded when he’d seen her in Jenner’s arms.
Yeah, he’d been fucking jealous.
“That went completely wrong.”
Surprised, Tobias turned as Jenner walked out, carrying two beers.
Tobias raised his eyebrows. After Immy had rushed up the stairs, Jenner had followed. Tobias had wanted to run after her as well. But he’d already realized that he’d fucked things up.
He didn’t need to take it a step further.
He’d done enough damage today.
Fuck.
The last thing he’d ever want is to mess things up with Immy. And now he fucking might have.
Because he’d been too fucking arrogant.
“One way to put it,” he replied, reaching for the beer and opening it. He drank down half of it in one go.
“I fucked up,” Jenner said. “When Immy cries . . . fuck, I just lost my mind. Said things I shouldn’t. Christ, I’ve been going to therapy to deal with my shit, now I need to add temper issues into the mix?”