Revenge Kisses by Addison Moore

Revenge Kisses by Addison Moore

Author:Addison Moore [Moore, Addison]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Contemporary
ISBN: 9781544789750
Amazon: B06WRX9K78
Barnesnoble: B06WRX9K78
Goodreads: 34097481
Publisher: CreateSpace Publishing
Published: 2017-03-18T06:00:00+00:00


After spending a zillion blissful hours with Knox, I jettison myself back to the black hole of Kappa G. Thankfully, when I get inside, my roommate is nowhere to be found, so I flop on the bottom bunk in hopes of sneaking in some quick shut-eye. I don’t know how much longer I can keep myself going before I drop dead of exhaustion. No matter what any airline tells you, the human body isn’t meant to sleep in an upright position. I’m beginning to suspect there’s no such thing as jet lag—it’s all a ploy to cover up the fact they severely exhaust you on those transatlantic flights.

“What the hell is this?” a deep voice barks so loud I jump up and crack my skull against the bunk above me.

“Oh my shit.” I fall back down over the comforter, which incidentally totally reeks of body odor, a malodorous offense I was willing to overlook for the coma I was hopeful to fall into.

“Get off my bed!” Sabine-the-Mean-Roommate-Scattering-Machine shouts at the top of her lungs. “I can’t have other people touching my stuff! I’m OCD! I take medication for this shit!”

I manage to roll off, hitting my forehead against the wood beam one more time just to ensure my head injury takes effect immediately. A white-hot pain bleeds through my skull and the room sways and multiplies itself before my very eyes.

“Crap.” I cradle my temples as I stagger to my feet. “Why are you yelling? Clearly you’re not taking medication for the correct shit or you wouldn’t have verbally accosted me, Sabine!” I will not call another human being a fictional cat’s name as long as I live. I may have dated Justine Cramer, but I’ve recently established standards.

Her face grows a strange shade of red, and the fact her wiry hair is all but doing the electrocution dance is rather a frightening combination. “You are not allowed to say that name to me again!” Her voice rages so loud half the girls come pouring in. “You may call me Garfield and I will answer to nothing else. Do you have a problem with that? And if you do, you can go screw yourself because I really don’t give a rat’s ass!”

“Oh my God, you are insane!” And potentially rife with a very good idea—at least Sylvia thinks so. I yank my suitcase out of the closet and toss in all of my belongings as if I were a contestant on a game show given the chance to clear the room out of whatever I can in less than thirty seconds. I scoop all of my toiletries in with a sweep of my arm and ransack the bathroom for anything I might own.

“You can have this room, Sabine!”

I’m off to screw myself.



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