Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 145155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
“Josh, fucking cool it.” We are snapped back to reality by Cameron, Joshua’s little brother, on the dance floor. Fuck, fuck, what are we doing. Shit. We immediately step back from each other. Josh looks at Cam who gestures to the side of the dance floor where Scott the groom is glaring at both Joshua and me. Immediately I want to die. We both quickly scan the room to see who has witnessed our loss of control. I look at Joshua and the horrified look on his face mirrors mine. I practically run to the ladies’ room, oh my god, who saw that? What the hell am I doing?
I make it to the ladies’ room but as soon as I get there I burst into tears, unable to control my stress at being so stupid. My heart is still racing, and my body is aching from the loss of his. I start to pace while shaking my hands. Shit, shit, shit, holy fuck, what was that? I burst into a cubicle and sit on the toilet with my face in my hands. I’m a disgrace. Perspiration seeps from my pores. Oh my god. All alone in the cubicle I start to sob, so close but so far.
Joshua
I storm off the dance floor and barge into the first door I see to the right, the kitchen. Luckily the kitchen staff have already gone for the night. I need to get away from the other guests, I’m too worked up, too angry with myself. “Fucking hell,” I yell as I punch the stainless-steel bench. I start to pace, rubbing my hands through my hair.
Adrian and Ben gingerly walk in after me, “Joshua, calm down,” Adrian quietly comforts.
“Calm down?” I yell. “Calm down, it’s a bit fucking late for that. I shouldn’t have fucking come; I knew this would happen.” Adrian and Ben frown at each other.
“Why do you say that?”
“How bad was it?” I look to my two friends.
“What do you mean?” frowns Adrian.
“How bad did it look?”
Ben smiles and nods. “Pretty fucking bad.”
Adrian pipes up, “If it makes you feel any better, she lost control too.”
I look at my friend. “Where is she, I need to see her.”
Adrian widens his eyes. “I think you’ve done enough damage for one night.”
“Just go and fucking find her,” I yell. “If I want your opinion, I will fucking ask for it.”
The door bangs open and Scott storms in. “I fucking warned you,” he yells.
I hang my head. “I know,” I answer in a defeated voice.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he screams at me. “What if Dad saw that?”
“I know. Fuck,” I whisper and rub both hands through my hair. I link my fingers of both hands together on top of my head and blow out a breath. “I…I lost my head.”
“I know!” Scott yells. “Find it or leave. Seriously, my fucking wedding. Are you kidding? Do you have any idea of the carnage if someone had seen that?”
“I know, I’m sorry.”
Scott scowls and looks down at my obvious erection. He shakes his head in disgust and storms out. I blow out a breath with my hands linked on top of my head. I looks to Ben and Adrian and shake my head. They both stare at me, shocked to the core. They have never seen me like this before. I never touch anyone in public. I rearrange my groin.
Suddenly the kitchen door bursts open. Oh shit, it’s Brock. He’s radiating atomic anger and he points at me and yells, “You fucking prick!” He grabs me by the suit lapels and slams me up against the fridge. With his forearm across my throat, he pulls me out and slams me back into the fridge. “What the fuck was that, Stanton?” he yells. I don’t answer and I don’t fight back, although I’m bigger than Brock. If I wanted to, I could end this now. Ben goes to move in, but I shake his head at him.
“Mind telling me why the fuck you’re dry fucking my sister on the dance floor?” I bite my bottom lip and glare at Brock, “Answer me, fucker!” he yells. “She’s not a slut, Stanton!”
I narrow my eyes. “I fucking know that,” I snap.
“No, you don’t, you just treated her like one.” I close my eyes and drop my head. Brock slams my head again. “I know the dirty sluts you’re used to, Stanton, and, believe me, she is so far out of your league it’s not even funny.”
I narrow my eyes and glare at Brock as my anger escalates. “Back the fuck off, Brock!” I yell. I twist my arms to get out of his hold and then push Brock who comes back with another push.
Ben steps in. “Stop it, you two, enough already.” Both of us stare at each other, breathing heavily, fists clenched at our sides.