You’re Mine by Penny Brooks novel Chapter 28

Chapter 28

Harper

He has no heart, no soul, nothing but a super hot shell of a body, a six pack, and a

giant dick. I’ve never wanted to kill someone so much in my entire life. If he laid down on the street I’d run him over with his own Jeep.

It was all false bravado.

My own version of chicken, except he let me taste him, he watched me, his smirk had disappeared. I don’t know what I expected in that moment, maybe for him to taunt me or challenge me to go through with it. Instead, I realized I wanted him– wanted this, even if it meant all I was getting was angry Easton–at least in this instance I was in control and he knew exactly who was making him feel that way. I almost died when he gripped me by the hair, nearly choking me to death.

It was good

Damn it.

Ryan would decapitate him if he knew.

I get to my feet-shaking from our encounter and walk towards the fridge to grab a drink of water-soda-something that’s going to take away his taste so my body stops reminding me of what it felt like to be on my knees in Easton’s kitchen.

“What?” Easton is back to ignoring me as he grabs a bottle of water from the fridge then hands me one before opening his own and taking a few gulps. “Was it not good for you?”

“You’re an asshole.” I say reaching for the water. “I don’t suppose you have any mouthwash around for the whores you bring here?”

He smirks. “Are you calling yourself a whore?”

“You lasted like three minutes, Easton, I’d tread carefully before it’s your locker that

gets vandalized with the words Minute Man.”

“Bullshit.” He points his water bottle at me. “You took me by surprise, that’s all.”

“Mmmm, okay.”

He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his phone. “Fuck, three missed calls is Aisha high or something?”

I flinch at Aisha’s name.

The girl he was making out with days ago.

She would hate me if she knew.

Then again.

I frown.

She already doesn’t like me.

Could she have been the culprit? But why? It’s not like anyone knows about me and Easton? Even me and Easton didn’t know.

He sighs and calls her right in front of me, he doesn’t even say hi no he just goes. “What is it? I’m busy.”

Busy. Hah. I was the one that was busy but whatever…

He sighs and starts wandering around the room completely ignoring me. I almost duck behind the counter then remember she can’t actually see me. Suddenly he hits his screen and she’s on speakerphone announcing how bored she is.

“Watch TV.” He moves around the kitchen. “Do homework, like I said I’m busy.”

“Wait,” She pauses. I hold my breath.”Is Ryan over? Do you guys want me to come hang?”

“No.” He sounds annoyed. “He and Harper got into a fight after some bitch wrote slut on her locker. You wouldn’t know anything about that, right?”

She barks out a laugh. “Do you really think I’d waste my time on that bitch?”

I squeeze my eyes shut.

Easton doesn’t even defend me. I suddenly feel dirty about what we did. Stupid. Five minutes ago I was proud of myself and now I want to throw his phone across the room. Why doesn’t he just hang up? What does he see in her?

I tune out their conversation then hear her his flirty laugh.”. Aisha, lets not have a repeat of last week when you randomly showed up at my house and asked me to fuck you, okay? I really am busy.”

“I was horny.” She snapped “And you know you like it when==”

!–sorry you’re breaking up.” He coughs into the phone and finally looks over at me. “Is there anything else you needed?”

“Wow, all business today I see.” She laughs. “Fine, fine.” She lets out a lazy yawn that I can see perfectly in my head, she does it in front of Easton all the time, pressing her breasts back, and he almost always falls for it. “You know where to find me, maybe I’ll send you a picture of my new skirt later, unless you prefer to see what’s underneath instead?”

Tear’s well in my eyes. He wants me to hear this. It’s cruel.

“Nah I’m good, I already jacked off earlier..” This time when he looks at me he’s not smiling, everything about his look is heated like he’s remembering me on my knees.

“Aw did you save one of my selfies?”

He swallows, eyes still locked on mine. “Nah found something better.”

She laughs: “Liar.”