Chapters (44)
- Title Page
- Contents
- Copyright
- Also by BROOKLYN CROSS
- WARNING
- Playlist
- Prologue
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Epilogue
- Thank You
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- Stalk Me Links
“Thanks.” I locked eyes with the sexy stranger and offered a smile. “Have a good night. It was nice meeting you.” Turning, I slipped into the back and made a direct line to the changing rooms.
I ran my arms under the lukewarm water, then plunked myself down on the bench to stare at the red marks that hadn’t blistered, thankfully. My phone dinged again. Groaning, I pulled it out of my back pocket. Ignoring the million and one messages from Peter, I tapped the screen and stared at the clown’s face.
I was officially losing my mind. I’d been dreaming about this man, and now, I’d subconsciously added a very similar image of his tattoo onto my phone. Pinching the bridge of my nose, I shook my head.
Maybe I could talk my dad into letting me fly out sooner than the end of my semester. I could help with the new baby and figure out my new career path. All I knew was that I needed to get out of this place. It was making me nuts.
Chapter 14
CAIN
“I don’t understand what she ever saw in this guy. His name is Peter. I mean, can you imagine being called Peter your whole life? That’s just opening yourself up to cock jokes. It’s almost as bad as the name Dick.”
I sat up and stared at the detailed line I’d just finished and wiped the area with a towel to remove the dripping blood before moving on.
“He does have money, so that could be the attraction, but I don’t think so anymore. It may have been at one point.” I paused in my conversation to complete the center of the complicated flower I was creating, and Karen’s body winced, almost ruining my design. I stood in a rush and glared down at the woman, her eyes wide with fear.
“What did I say about moving?”
She whimpered as tears streamed down her cheeks, making the blue mascara she was wearing run. “Do we need to have another discussion about the rules?”
Karen’s head slowly moved back and forth as much as the head strap around her forehead would allow. I sat back down and stared at the flower that now had a tiny imperfection in the middle and ground my teeth together.
“So about Peter. I can admit he’d be classified as hot in that pretty-boy-prep-school way. But the guy is not very nice to anyone, and based on his texts to Kirby, he is extremely controlling with her.”