Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Travis was coming into the room when she had said that, and he arched an eyebrow at me, silently asking what the fuck was going on. I ignored him and smirked at the girl. “Really?” I retorted. Amy snickered beside me. “I’m sorry; I didn’t realize he was taken. Though, if he’s supposedly yours, then why in the hell did he just come into the room looking for me?”
She swung around, her jaw dropping open in shock, her cheeks coloring a bright pink color. She hadn’t expected Travis to be around.
Amy giggled beside me, and I grinned at her, high-fiving her like the childish adults we were. “What’s going on?” Travis asked.
Amy laughed a little more. “Apparently, you’re taken,” she said with a wide grin splitting her cheeks.
“Yeah . . .” he said slowly, dragging the word out, obviously confused and not sure what to make of the situation. “I thought that much was obvious.”
“Oh, it is,” I said. “However, someone in the room is kind of confused.” I gestured at the brunette girl who still had yet to form a coherent sentence. “This girl here – who refuses to tell me her name, by the way – is a little confused on your relationship status.”
Travis looked over at her, sighing in irritation. “Annabelle, please tell me you’re not going around starting shit,” he said to her.
Her mouth dropped open. “But Travis—” she exclaimed. He cut her off.
“Don’t even start. I’ve told you over and over that what we had was a one-time thing,” he snapped at her, his patience gone, not that he had much to begin with. “You wanted a release, so therefore, I gave it to you.”
I couldn’t ignore the pang in my heart when I remembered him being inside of her, but I pushed it aside. He was showing her that there would never be anything between them, and I was okay with that.
Her mouth dropped open again. “I didn’t even get to finish, though!” she yelled at him. “She interrupted us!” she screeched, pointing at me.
I stood up and walked over to Travis, glaring daggers at her. “Look, you sound desperate. Just back down and go find someone else to fuck. I’m sure Ryan will be up for the job.”
She slapped me, her nail cutting my cheek. Before anyone could stop me, I grabbed her by her neck and slammed her against the wall, sending a solid punch to her face. She screamed in pain as blood spurted from her nose and shoved me away from her, landing a good, solid punch to my cheek. I slammed my elbow into her temple and watched her crumple to the floor, knocked out.
I glared at Travis. “Clean up your mess,” I spat at him.
I knew I was the one that fought her, but if the bitch hadn’t been walking around like she owned the place and hadn’t been trying to come on to Travis, shit wouldn’t have escalated as it had. But since Travis felt the need to fuck everything that spread its legs, he could clean up the mess since it had started with him. Had he not fucked her, there wouldn’t have ever been a confrontation in the first place.
I stormed out of the room, and he followed behind me, leaving her laying on the floor. I wanted to laugh, but I was too pissed.
When we got to the bedroom, he slammed the door closed behind him, turning his wrath on me. “What in the hell have I told you about fighting while you’re pregnant?!” he shouted.
“If you didn’t feel the need to fuck everything that spreads its legs, we wouldn’t even be having this conversation!” I yelled back at him. “You have a very poor choice in the women you decide to fuck, Travis!”
“Obviously!” he barked. “I decided to fuck you, didn’t I?!”
I slapped him, tears almost springing to my eyes at his words. What he had said was absolutely low and hateful, and he knew it. “You can go fuck yourself,” I spat.
Before I could storm out of the room, he shoved me against the wall. His grip on my arms was tight, making me wince. He quickly loosened his hold, but he didn’t let go of me. “Just what in the hell is your problem?!” he roared.
“My problem?!” I screamed at him. I wanted so badly just to punch him in his stupid fucking face repeatedly. “You just fucking categorized me with the rest of the desperate women you fucked! You just said so yourself that you think nothing more of me than you do the rest of those desperate fucking whores, but in case you fucking forgot, I was a virgin in that fucking shower, and I’ve fucked no one else but you!”
He was seething. “You’re so fucking clingy!” he yelled at me. “And you’re always pushing for fucking more – more that I’m not ready to give, just like them!”