Painted Love: Barrett Brothers: Book #3 by KB Cinder

Author:KB Cinder [Cinder, KB]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-11-09T16:00:00+00:00

12

Keely

I could kiss whoever invented curl cream, the serum taming my corkscrews like nothing else. Thanks to its almighty power, all I had to do was change after work, and I was good to go.

Skinny jeans, sneakers, and a tee were my oh-so-fancy attire of the evening, comfort key to enjoying the night. Rick and I were catching a psychology lecture together at the library, meeting at my place beforehand since it was a few blocks away. I was genuinely surprised how much fun we’d had during our geek-out grub sesh a week earlier, the hour-long back and forth the only time I’d smiled coming to terms with what Ethan had done.

Initially, I thought he was busy. But slowly as the week unfolded, I was confronted with the fact that we were finished as friends. It blew a hole in my heart, so any distraction was worth exploring, even a lecture on a Tuesday night.

I still hadn’t said a word to Lil or Jorge, too embarrassed about falling for the old fuck-and-chuck routine hook, line, and sinker. He’d caught me alright, and in the end, I was just another fish he threw back without a second thought.

A spritz of my favorite perfume almost made me feel human. That is, until I turned around, the sight of my bed forcing my heart into my stomach. It was there that I thought my dreams were coming true, only to have them shattered cruelly moments later.

I always pictured Ethan to be gentle as a lover. I wasn’t sure why, seeing that I had no business guessing how anyone was in the sack with my relative inexperience, but he was always kind to me. Patient. Sweet. I never expected him to be so rough, the purple bruising still visible on my hips from his fingers, the rawness of the encounter seeming like unbridled passion at the time.

Now it felt wild. Savage. Cruel. He took what he wanted and left. He hadn’t answered my calls or texts, abandoning me with what-ifs, twisting the knife in the one spot he knew it’d stick the furthest and do the most damage.

The thought brought fresh tears to my eyes, but a knock at the door had me wiping them away desperately, not wanting to be that girl. I could handle it. Men were pigs all the time. I had to put on my big girl britches, as Lil would say. So I did.

I left my bedroom, a little extra pep in my step at how spotless my apartment was. Apparently heartbreak was good motivation for cleaning. At least for me.

I unlocked the deadbolt and pulled the door open, choking on air as soon I saw who was on the other side: Ethan.

He was far more casual than I’d ever seen him, jeans low on his hips with a snug olive green t-shirt clinging to his chest, dark stubble dancing across his cheeks while his hair did its own thing. Despite it all, he was devastatingly handsome.

And also, a bastard.

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