Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 99313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 397(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 397(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Instead, I find Tanner, one of the football players who just transferred in. He’s sitting next to Daisy’s friend, Olivia. Tanner grins, and Olivia throws her head back and lets loose a loud peal of laughter, which is odd because she’s normally quiet. Her golden-brown hair is piled on the top of her head in a messy bun. She’s wearing a bikini much like the one Daisy has on, but it looks entirely different on Olivia since she’s slender with fewer curves. Daisy, on the other hand…
Yeah, best not to think about that right now.
Not that Noah would notice.
Sometimes I think Noah has a thing for Olivia, but he’s never said anything about it to me. He’s dating Ashley, and although there are guys on the team who enjoy having a girlfriend and a piece of ass on the side, Noah isn’t one of them. But still, this seems like the perfect opportunity to test my theory.
“Looks like Olivia has made a new friend this afternoon,” I comment in a casual tone.
As long as Tanner’s not getting overly chummy with Daisy, I’m good with it. In fact, I prefer it this way. I would hate to destroy him in practice since he seems like a decent enough guy.
All I get is a grunt in acknowledgment. I’m a little disappointed that Noah didn’t take the bait. But then again, it’s probably for the best, because Ashley, along with a few of her cohorts, saunters over to where we’re parked in the shade.
“Hey, babe,” she greets, settling her bony ass on Noah’s lap.
One of Ashley’s friends gives me a flirty grin, and because I need a distraction and this girl will do rather nicely, I give her a slow smile in return. She takes that as a green light to proceed and sidles up to me.
Added bonus—she looks nothing like Daisy.
6
DAISY
Keeping an eye on Carter’s bedroom door from my perch on the kitchen counter, I dig into a heaping bowl of Cap’n Crunch. It’s not exactly the breakfast of champions, but I don’t particularly care.
I need sugar pronto.
My blood still simmers over my run-in with Carter yesterday. First, he told me that I’m the last person he would check out. Then he had the audacity to tell me that my bikini was too small. Every time I think about it, I want to throw something at his head.
After that conversation, I steered clear of him for the rest of the day, which wasn’t easy considering we were trapped at the same party. More than a handful of times, I felt the heat of his gaze on me. It took every ounce of my self-control not to bare my teeth and snap them at him. Carter has the ability to make me feel like a rabid dog.
I hate that he holds so much power over me.
It shouldn’t come as any surprise that the king of hookups brought home a girl at the end of the night. It wasn’t even the same chick who’d clung to him like a barnacle for most of the afternoon.
Ugh.
Whatever.
It’s not like I care.
Actually, I couldn’t have planned it better myself. As Carter is about to discover, payback is a bitch. I’m not going to get mad, I’m going to get even.
What happened yesterday was the straw that broke the proverbial camel’s back. It was difficult, but I didn’t allow that incident to ruin my day. Instead, I did what I should have done from the very beginning and ignored the cocky jerk.
With thoughts of retribution dancing like sugarplums in my head, I grin evilly around a spoonful of peanut butter-flavored cereal and patiently bide my time. I don’t have to wait long. Ten minutes later, the door to his bedroom swings open and the girl he brought home after the party saunters out.
Well, someone looks a little worse for the wear. Half of her makeup is caked under her eyes, giving her a raccoon-ish appearance, and it looks like birds have built a nest in her long, dark hair.
Fine, that’s a lie. Her hair is tousled in that freshly fucked way, and she has sleepy, come-hither eyes going on that clearly say, Hey, I’m ready for round two. Or would that be three or four?
Bitch.
See what this guy does to me?
Within minutes, I’m turning against my own kind.
A shirtless Carter trails behind her as if he’s in no rush to leave the bedroom. He stretches, his arms flexing above his head. Everything within me sits up and takes notice. My gaze slides over his muscular chest before I can yank it away. A swirl of dark hair arrows down his six-pack abs to the chiseled V that dips beneath the athletic shorts he’s barely managed to pull on for the occasion. If the material sank any lower, it would be indecent.