Lost Girl Read online Sheridan Anne (Aston Creek High #2)

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: Series: Aston Creek High Series by Sheridan Anne
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Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 73963 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
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“You think I don’t know that? Of course I know it was brutal. It was me. Imagine how you would feel knowing that tonight, every fucking male in the school is going to be jacking off to the memory of your tits and ass bouncing around, imagining it was them riding you, not your man.”

Slade snarls behind me and steps into my back, making Maze’s eyes flick up in horror. I don’t know what kind of glare he’s giving her but I can guarantee that it ain’t pretty.

“I…I’m sorry,” she stutters out, having difficulty under Slade scrutiny.

I raise my chin and narrow my eyes. “What do you have to be sorry for? Were you the one who created that video?”

Maze’s eyes bug out of her head. “No. no way. I just meant that I was sorry you had to go through that. I mean, you’ve already gone through so much with your parents dying right in front of you and then the whole kidnap and rape thing…”

Great. Just fucking great. She had to go and bring that shit up.

I feel Slade’s chest rise and fall with rapid movements on my back and as Maze’s eyes raise to his once again, I see pure terror. “GO,” Slade roars.

Maze stumbles back three steps in her haste and struggles to get her feet in front of her before taking off like a bat out of hell.

I sag against Slade’s chest and he curls his arm around my waist, holding me tight. “Well, that sucked.”

“Come on,” he tells me, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “Come with me.”

Chapter 10

Slade leads me in through the side access of the gymnasium with Damian and Blake right behind us.

I glance around in awe. This place looks so much bigger when it’s empty. Believe it or not, after all the years of watching Blake play, I've never stepped foot into a gymnasium when it's dead and empty like this.

Damian jogs off toward the supply room while Slade takes my hand and leads me over to the bench. “Really though?” he questions hesitantly as he drops down onto the bench and pulls me down beside him. “Are you alright? You looked like you were about to throat punch a bitch.”

“I was and honestly, it didn’t matter who it was just as long as I got someone. Damian’s fucking lucky that he came at me from behind otherwise it would have been him and I would have loved it.”

“Sorry, babe,” Damian yells from across the court, making Slade groan with his casual use of the word ‘babe.’ “You might have tried but you would have missed. I’m too fucking fast for your bitch ass.”

I raise a brow as he starts bouncing two balls and makes his way over here. “You want to try me?” I question, “I promise, you’ll lose.”

Damian grins wide as Blake shakes his head. “Just leave it, man. She can get fucking insane when she’s trying to prove a point. Add the fact that she’s pissed off and you stand no chance.”

“Bullshit,” Damian says, glancing from me to Blake and back again. “I could take her. Look at her, she’s fucking tiny. I take shits bigger than her.”

As he talks shit, trying to pump himself up, I can’t help but laugh at the doubt clouding his eyes. I get to my feet and stand on the bench so I can meet his eyes. “Come at me,” I beg of him, grinning wide as he drops one of the balls and throws the other at Slade.

He looks to me and narrows his eyes, ready to talk himself up but I don’t give him the chance. He was right, I am tiny compared to him which is why I need the element of surprise.

I fly.

My legs wrap tightly around his chest and I grab hold of his shoulder, trying to save myself from flying right over the top of him. Damian’s hand instinctively wraps around me and I dive over his shoulder, curling my arm around his neck and easily putting him in a headlock.

“Oh, fuck,” he gasps, not sure what’s going on, but desperately trying to save his reputation. He scrambles around, trying to peel me off him and just for good measure, I reach down his back, curl my fingers around the waistband of his boxer and pull.

“Holy shit.” A high-pitched squeal comes tearing out of him as he grabs his ass. “You play fucking dirty.”

Blake chuckles, probably pleased it’s not him for a change. “I tried warning you.”

Slade’s grin is enough to have the anger fading out of me, but I’m not nearly finished having my fun. It’s one thing to beat this guy, but rubbing it in his face would be even better. “Are you done?”

“Yes, just get off me. You’re fucking psycho.”


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