Page 79 of The Hate We Breathe
Nolan’s crimson-brown eyes glitter with mischief and he presses a quick kiss to my lips. “I’m just thinking about how much that man probably wishes Calloway would’ve fucked his ass like that in the office and you’re the one who got that too.”
I blink as he steps back and closes the door behind him. By the time Nolan is climbing into the driver’s seat, I’m struggling to withhold my amusement as his cum threatens to spill from my ass with each choked laugh. He’s probably right, and I do love some petty revenge.
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“Thanks for the ride.”
Madison Torres is a pretty girl—blonde, sweet, and with a rocking body that most men would notice automatically. I would know—as a recovering manwhore, myself, I’d definitely taken note of a girl like her. The primary reason I’d never hit her up, though, is the fact that even with all of those points in her favor—the body, the look, the personality—she’s not the kind of girl that gives it up for anything other than a relationship and until Juliet, I didn’t do relationships.
It doesn’t really surprise me that one of the douchebags from the football team last year got with her. What surprises me is the fact that she fell for his shtick. Because despite the sweep of blonde hair that falls over her shoulders as she leans up from the back seat of my car, she’s also on the honor roll. In all likelihood, she’ll be either valedictorian or salutatorian at graduation.
“No problem,” I say, sliding my gaze to Juliet as she hops out of the passenger seat of my Firebird and turns back to help her friend out of the back.
Once both women are out, Juliet shoves the seat back into place and ducks down to narrow her eyes on me suspiciously. “Are you going to sit out here?” she asks.
I shake my head and repress a smirk. “Nope. I’m gonna go find a parking spot and meet you inside.”
Her eyes widen. “What?”
Now, Idosmirk, letting my amusement stretch my lips wide. “What’s wrong, Prep Girl?” I taunt. “Don’t want to show me what you’ll be wearing to the winter formal?”
“No.” Even her eye roll turns me on. “I don’t trust you to be that close to a dressing room while I’m getting naked.”
A bark of laughter escapes me at her honest response. I shake my head and wave her away. “Go on,” I tell her. “I’ll be right in and I promise—I won’t seduce you in the dressing room.” I cross my fingers over my chest and hold it up solemnly.
She flips me the bird and shuts the door, turning and giving me a delicious view of her perfect ass beneath a very complimentary pair of jeans. A groan of desire sticks in my throat and I have to force my eyes away as she and Mads head for the front door of the secondhand formal wear store.
Five minutes later, I’ve parked and pocketed my keys and am walking straight into what can only be described as someone’s personal hell. I stop just inside the doorway of the massive store. Yeah, it’d looked like a warehouse on the outside, but once inside, it stretches as far as my eyes can see with large industrial lights hanging down from the open beams of the rafters.
Women of all ages mill about—some rushing and shoving as they pore over racks that are stuffed full of every fabric that’s known to man—and most likely some that aren’t. My gaze falls on what’s probably the reason for so many people—a big-ass “75% OFF TODAY ONLY” sale sign.
“Shit,” I hiss as I march forward, cursing Nolan to hell and back. Not that I mind being around Juliet, but this place is like a maze. I should’ve just made the girls walk with me instead of dropping them at the front. I have no idea how I’m going to?—
“Oomph!” A small body slams into me, nearly knocking the breath from my lungs. I cup the woman’s rounded shoulders covered by a sweater, and set her away from me before I realize who it is.
“Oh, thank fuck.” Mads blinks up at me with wide eyes and a bit of a shell-shocked look on her face. I arch a brow. “Were you expecting this much of a madhouse?” I ask.
She shakes her head back and forth. “No,” she admits. “I mean, I knew about the sale, that’s why I wanted to come, but this is…” She drifts off and looks over her shoulder.
I glance up, following her gaze and sigh in relief as Juliet appears around the side of a rack of poofy dresses. Her brow is furrowed and her face is set in a scowl. She catches sight of us and picks up the pace. When a woman dives in her way to rip a dress off one of the racks, I nearly launch myself at my girl. Her expression full of annoyance and murder, she skirts the rude woman and doesn’t stop until she’s right next to Mads and me.
“This is a nightmare,” Jules mutters as I reach for her hand. She lets me take her and even moves closer, pressing into my side.
“Agreed,” I say.
Mads sighs. “I’m sorry,” she says, dipping her head. “I thought this would be a good place to shop because of the sale—I didn’t think it would be this busy.”
Juliet and I exchange a look. Had I known about the sale myself, I’d have been able to warn them. I’d gone with my mom enough times as a kid for back-to-school and blow-out sales. Some people are just fucking insane when it comes to getting deals.
“If we try to shop here, I’m pretty sure someone’s going to lose a limb,” Juliet comments dryly as two older women stumble into one of the tables full of bins, their hands wrapped around either end of a hunk of fabric, glaring desperately at each other.
“One of us or someone else?” I ask, curious and amused by the show. It’s like watching a horrific play.
“Definitely someone else.” Juliet’s response is accompanied by a curled upper lip as she steps back and out of the way of the two fighting women. Mads yelps when one of them smacks into her shoulder—not that either of them notices.
“All right, that’s enough,” I say, grabbing Mads by her biceps and yanking her back. “We’re leaving.”
