Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 37778 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37778 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Belong to them?
My blood runs cold.
Me: I don’t belong to anyone.
Owen: Independent woman. It’s one of the things we love about you. Do you work tonight?
Me: Not tonight.
Owen: We’ll come by and visit you then. I took the liberty of getting your new address from your social worker.
I cringe at the thought of Enzo giving out my location. It’s not like he knows what creeps they were, though. He probably thought he was helping keep us connected.
Me: I don’t think that’s a good idea.
Owen: Nonsense. See you after school.
“Everything okay?”
I jerk my head up to find Brayden watching me with concern. “Oh, yeah. Just thinking about something I have to deal with later.”
He shrugs it off and we chat about random stuff on the way to our history class. I’m thankful we have a few class periods together. Knowing I have a friend helps get me through the day. I’m not even embarrassed that it was an arranged friendship. Brayden is easygoing and nice. I like him a lot.
Once we’re in our next class, I notice another missed text. This one is from Cole.
Cole: You ran out in a rush this morning. We need to talk about last night.
A sharp pain cuts through me.
Me: Do you regret it?
Cole: No. That’s the problem.
Honestly, I don’t see the problem if neither of us regrets it.
Me: I don’t either. Maybe later the three of us can finally watch our movie together.
Cole: It’s a date.
A thrill shoots down my spine at his seemingly innocent statement.
What happens when he learns I’ve slept with them both?
Tonight, I could either get what I want—the both of them—or I could lose everything.
I kind of wish I had work tonight. It would be a distraction from the nauseating anxiety curdling my gut. The more I think about this conversation we need to have, the more I don’t want to have it.
It could go sideways quick.
Travis and Cole might decide I’m more trouble than I’m worth and send me packing.
The idea of losing more people in my life makes me want to puke.
I can’t lose them.
A knock on the front door jolts me out of my erratic thoughts. I rush over to the door and look through the peephole.
Owen.
I open the door to see if he’s alone. He’s not. Rhett smirks from beside his father.
“Are you going to invite us in?” Owen asks, eyebrow arching up in amusement.
My skin crawls at his expression. Maybe they’re vampires and I can refuse them entry. I’ll be safe from their pointy teeth and untrustworthy intentions.
They’re not supernatural creatures, though.
Just skeezy men.
“Why?” I ask, standing my ground.
Owen’s shoulders slump at my question. A sliver of guilt reaches my heart. “Did we do something wrong, Savvy? You’re acting strangely. Did my tip offend you?”
Your hand on my ass did.
I don’t say that.
“No,” I blurt. “I just…the house is a mess.”
“Have you seen Cason’s room?” Rhett jokes. “Seriously. Invite us in. Don’t be rude. We’re family.”
Maybe he’s right.
I’m kind of being a bitch right now.
They visited me at the restaurant because they wanted to see me. Owen left me an incredibly generous tip. The hand on my ass was probably an accident.
“Sorry,” I mutter. “Been a long day.”
I step aside and gesture for them to come inside. Rhett, to his credit, doesn’t curl his lip up in disgust. This townhome, while cozy and comfortable to me, isn’t nearly as nice as their house.
“They have you sleeping on the sofa?” Owen asks, pointing at the pillows and folded blankets stacked on one end.
“No. Travis sleeps there.”
“You have your own room?” Owen’s concern is genuine.
“Can we see it?” Rhett chimes in.
Groaning, I nod and start for the stairs. The two men follow me into the space I’ve been calling home. Compared to Addison’s room, it’s a mess. Travis’s desk and cluttered things still take over one half of the room. I didn’t make up the bed this morning and the panties I’d been wearing earlier sit in the middle of the floor.
Rhett, of course, picks them up and grins at me.
I snatch them out of his hand and then toss them into the hamper, face burning hot. Owen, amused by our antics, smirks at me.
“This is nice,” Owen lies. Then, he grows serious. “I’m concerned, though. Do you have any privacy, Savvy? I’m worried about these two men taking advantage of you.”
The guilty look on my face must be evident, because both men scowl at me.
Great.
The last thing I need is the Monahans going to war with my roommates over me.
Ugh. I need to do damage control.
“It’s fine,” I rush out, taking a step toward Owen. “How about I meet you all for dinner one day? I can still visit and see Addison.”
Owen softens. “We’d like that.”
He pulls me to him in a tight embrace that almost feels fatherly. It makes my eyes water. His phone rings and he groans.