Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 94997 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94997 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Hawke smirks. And that deadly and arrogant but utterly gorgeous smile makes me want to kiss him again as much as I want to punch him in the face. And this fucker is definitely someone who deserves it. In fact, I think if it were part of foreplay, I believe he’d get off on it. This guy gives no shits in the world as to who he pisses off. It’s part of his charm and also why no one takes him seriously. Until, of course, it’s too late. The fucker is a second to the Italian mafia boss, Eli Monti, after all.
Averting my gaze, I see his twin brother, Ford, waiting for him with his hands stuffed into the pockets of his jeans, shaking his head.
I wipe my lips and turn back to my date. Not that this date was going well, but Hawke’s nothing but a shit-stirrer, and I adamantly refuse to let him think he’s won right now.
“I’m sorry, you’ll have to excuse him.” I lean across the table, giving my date a cleavage shot, purposely playing into Hawke’s games. “Don’t worry about him. He prefers penis over vagina, if you know what I mean.” I wink at him.
“Oh, he’s gay,” my date says with a smile, and I can’t help but roll my eyes because this guy isn’t any fun. He witnessed the way Hawke kissed me, and yet he still believes the jerk is anything but a womanizer. This guy has screws loose, and I can’t even pretend to be interested in him anymore. I grab my handbag and stand, but Hawke is blocking my path with that cocky smile.
“You can fuck off,” I snap, no longer amused by his antics as I glare at him.
Tonight was meant to be fun, and I’m not going to get that here, so I’ll create my own somewhere else. I shove past Hawke, who is laughing. He loves riling me up, and I often throw it back just as much, but tonight, I can’t be bothered. I don’t even want to know why they’re here at this run-down bar, but it probably means they’re up to no good.
“Evie!” my date calls out, but I couldn’t care less.
“Her name’s Ivy, fuckface. Not that I give you permission to use it,” Hawke says. Ford simply nods at me as I pass him, an apologetic gleam in his gaze. I like Ford; he’s the more stable of the two—in demeanor, at least—and is dating my best friend, Billie, so I’m a bit biased.
His brother, however, can indeed fuck right off. It’s been a long time since I’ve slept with Hawke, and no one within our friends’ group knows it. We both know how good it was, and that keeps us in an endless cycle of not wanting one another but interfering when the other tries to hook up with someone else. It’s kind of fun, but only when I’m messing with him.
Tonight is his win, but it certainly doesn’t end here because Hawke and I are forever in a little war of our own.
The guy might be able to fuck like a god, not that I’d ever admit it to him, but he’s also a total ass.
CHAPTER 2
Hawke
Watching her hips sway as she walks out of the room has me fucking hypnotized like always. I can’t help the smug smile that pulls at my mouth, knowing I got under her skin yet again, though I’d much rather be under her body or her under me. Either way would be fine with me.
What I like about Ivy the most is she knows exactly the power she holds over men, how they’d almost do anything to spend a night with her. And I’m no exception. I’ve been caught in her web before, and although I want to fuck her again, I quite like the games we play.
Out of our group of friends, I feel like she’s the only one who actually gets me and matches my energy. Right now, she’s just sulking because I one-upped her, but I know my girl will come back swinging.
“Think she’s coming back?” Her date asks as I turn to look at him and rap the table with my knuckles.
“Sure,” I reply. But I know she isn’t. A run-down place like this, an unfinished drink, and a guy who looks as boring as watching paint dry will never keep someone like Ivy entertained.
I’ve fucked a lot of women. I love women. Women are fucking amazing. From their soft skin to the curves of their hips to their puckered lips. To the sweet taste of pussy. Yeah, I fucking love women. And Ivy Walker is probably my favorite woman.
After our one night together, I knew I couldn’t be with her again, even though I desperately wanted to. She’s addictive, and I get addicted very easily. So, for our families’ sake, and ours, I just play with her because seeing her lips pucker and her little nose scrunch is one of my favorite things, apart from what’s between her legs.