Cold-Blooded Beautiful by Christine Zolendz

Author:Christine Zolendz [Zolendz, Christine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-02-05T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

My phone was ringing. I could hear it, muffled deep inside the blankets of the bed I was sleeping on. Yes, I was alone, thank you for thinking so highly of me. No, I have NOT touched another woman since I had my hands on Samantha. My dick was completely useless to me. The stupid thing was still waiting for Sam, protesting against any use of pleasure for me. Stupid, selfish-Sam-obsessed dick. I was lucky it still pissed right.

I let the phone continue to ring that stupid bloody song that reminded of Sam.

Five damn times.

Someone called me five damn times. If I heard that song go off once more, I was going to crush the phone into little bits of crumbs, mash it in a blender, and shove it up the caller’s arse.

Peeling my eyes open, I searched through the covers to see what bloody moron would be calling me at two o’clock in the morning. Stumbling around on the bed, I found the phone and read the moron’s name.

Of course, it was Jennifer. I believed she was crowned Queen of the morons, and hundreds of idiots sacrificed their intelligence for her daily, because of the cleavage she always showed. Stupid tart.

“Yeah?” I snapped harshly into the phone.

“Do you ever answer your phone?” she asked, annoyingly.

I sighed heavily into the phone. “What do you want, Jen?”

“I want to know if you are okay!”

“You do bloody realize that there is a five hour difference between where I am and where you are, right?”

“What?”

“Jen, it is two o’clock in the bloody morning! What do you want?”

“Oh, shit. I thought you guys were five hours behind us, not ahead of us.”

“Trust me, love, we are far ahead of you.”

“Kade, stop making fun of me. You’re such a crude jerk. I’m just calling to see if you’re okay.”

“Well, love, I’m not. See, I’m trying to sleep and my bloody phone keeps ringing and waking me up.”

“Seriously. Your brother is worried about you and he doesn’t want to call and push, so I did.”

“Thanks, Nurse Ratched. I believe he didn’t want to call because it’s two in the bloody morning. He never cares about pushing me; he’s like a thong, always trying to creep up someone’s ass.”

“Are you…are you fucking drunk, again?”

Yep, I might still be.

Wait let me think…

A bottle of brandy for breakfast this morning. One for lunch. Oh yes, and another for dinner. I believe I think she might be right, give the lady a prize. Crude, yep, that’s me. I have a perfectly good explanation for being so crude. I’m drunk as hell, and I have an even more perfectly better explanation for being drunk as hell, but right now, I’m too drunk to remember. Which is perfectly fine.

I haven’t been sober at all here, probably due to all the awesome pubs. Oh wait, now I remember…it was the bloody fucking fact that I had my heart ripped out of my bloody chest and thrown clear across the world. Double-stuff-fuck-everybody. I

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