Wicked Blue Bloods: A Highschool Bully Romance - Crestwood Academy Book 1 by Devyn Forrest

Author:Devyn Forrest [Forrest, Devyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: new adult romance, contemporary romance
Publisher: Devyn Forrest
Published: 2019-12-02T05:00:00+00:00

THAT NIGHT I SLEPT so hard and sound, but then I woke up sometime after two in the morning to Mom and whoever the hell this stranger was. They were drunk and laughing, throwing jokes at one another like it was comedy hour. My demeanor became shadowed and I clenched my fists, wishing somehow, I could turn back the clock.

The next morning I sauntered through the sun-drenched house, toward the little nook where Grandma Kelly and I had stored our favorite books. I figured that I would take the day to read and write, just like Grandma and I had done before she had died. I was still working my way through her wide selection of books, none of which I allowed Mom to get rid of. Mom wasn’t as much of a reader—not like Grandma and me.

When I pushed the door of the nook open, I stumbled into someone. He grunted and then fell back, toppling against the far bookshelf. I blinked at him, still half asleep. He was a burly-looking farmer type, with a mustache and five o’clock shadow and thick shoulders. He stood there, shocked in just his boxer shorts—patterned with diamonds, his chest bare and thick with hair. His face was laced with panicked like he had been caught with his hands in the cookie jar.

Obviously, it was whoever Mom had brought home last night, but what the hell was he doing here in the reading nook?

“Umm, hello,” I said. Then I took two steps toward one of the bookshelves and picked up a book that had fallen on the floor.

The man scratched his chest. “Hey. Sorry, did I wake you up?”

“No.” I crossed my arms over my chest then and glared at him. “What are you doing in here?”

The man scratched the back of his head, this time. What was wrong with him? Did he have lice or something?

“I was just looking for something.”

“Excuse me?” I asked, my voice sarcastic. “What could you possibly be looking for?”

“I thought I left something in here,” he replied, rubbing the back of his neck. Then, he tugged at the door, opening it wider and surged out into the hallway. Before I knew what had happened, he scampered down the hall and up the steps. I heard Mom’s light voice, greeting him as he trampled back into her bed—that is, the bed she had once shared with Dad.

What the fuck is going on? I thought.

I asked Mom about it later that afternoon, after she sent the guy home and reappeared in the kitchen, brushing her hair. Her skin glowed, almost like she was a commercial for sex in your thirties.

“Oh? Jeff was in the reading nook?” she asked. I watched as she probed her hand around the top of the cabinet, looking for snacks. “I don’t know why he would be in there. Maybe he got lost looking for the bathroom or something.”

“I don’t know how you could get lost in our house,” I told her, my nostrils flared.

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