Error (Adrenaline Series Book 5) Read Online Free Page A
Author: Xavier Neal
to tell. It's hers. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna grab a dose of that and figure out a way to undo the damage I'm sure I've done.
**
Bouncing on the balls of my feet, I try to battle away the trepidation that this is going to be as awful as I've imagined it in my mind.
And I've imagined quite a few different ways this scenario could play out, including having her ripping my nuts off and juggling with them. Thank God she's not Knox or that would be a real possibility.
I knock on my forehead twice and then the door.
To my surprise it swings open almost instantly. Angela gasps at me. “Daniel?”
“Destin.”
My correction paints a familiar sadness into her eyes.
She was one of his regular girls. While he cycled through one nightstands enough to make anyone's dick scared of the outcome, he also had a handful of girls he called at routine times on certain days. They were his staple chicks. Judge him all you want, none of them fucking minded.
“Right.” She shakes her head quickly. “I'm sorry. I just...you just...right. What's up?”
Nervously, I fidget. “Is your sister home?”
She hums to herself. “That's a good question.” Contemplation rolls across her face. “Is her car in the driveway?”
I glance over my shoulder. “There's a black Honda Civic.”
“Yeah, that's hers,” she brushes it away with gag. “She must be in her room. Come on in.”
Crossing the threshold, I immediately admire the extensive shot glass collection that covers the walls to the right. The entire area looks like it's intended for entertainment with the bar, the piano, and the chairs, but the floor to ceiling wall of glasses makes me wonder who in their right mind would trust drunk people in here.
I point. “The collection-”
“My dad's and he's rarely home.” Angela bites her bottom lip and lifts her eyebrow. “Like now...”
Is she coming onto me?
Nodding, I let her lead me down the hall to where a large living room and huge kitchen intersect. We take a right. Along the walls my eyes can't help but fall onto the family photos. Many of them are just what I assume are their parents. The others mainly include Angela. Almost none of Azura.
At the end of the hall, before the path branches off to the right, she says, “You sure it's her you're looking for and not me?”
I clear my throat. “Positive.”
“Well if you change your mind, just let me know.” Unsure of how to take that I keep my mouth closed. “Anyway this is her. Just go in.”
Curiously I question, “She won't mind?”
“I doubt it,” Angela brushes off and starts walking towards her own room. “She rarely does.”
I know they're only step siblings, but still. Do you get the feeling they're almost like weird college roommates?
On a deep breath, I twist the door knob to enter. To my pleasant surprise, I catch a glimpse of the most amazing set of tits I've ever seen. Period.
The enjoyment is beyond short lived by the shrieking and high pitched demands to leave. “Get out! Out! Out!”
Quickly I shut the door and lean my forehead against it. “Sorry...”
“What the hell are you doing here?” she yells from the other side. Before I have a chance to answer she jerks the door open. “And are you allergic to knocking?”
“Angela said-”
“Of course she did.” Azura folds her arms across her chest. Anger seems to be disappearing just at the sight of me. Kindly she greets, “Hi...”
Loving the simple way that word sounded off her full lips, I repeat back, “Hi...”
A bit of tension builds, she asks, “Why...um..why are you here?”
My face tries to offer her a smile. “I came to apologize.”
Suddenly her body relaxes and an odd wave of relief washes over me.
Fuck. I wasn't aware that I cared this fucking much about her being pissed at me. What do you mean of course I do? You
**
Bouncing on the balls of my feet, I try to battle away the trepidation that this is going to be as awful as I've imagined it in my mind.
And I've imagined quite a few different ways this scenario could play out, including having her ripping my nuts off and juggling with them. Thank God she's not Knox or that would be a real possibility.
I knock on my forehead twice and then the door.
To my surprise it swings open almost instantly. Angela gasps at me. “Daniel?”
“Destin.”
My correction paints a familiar sadness into her eyes.
She was one of his regular girls. While he cycled through one nightstands enough to make anyone's dick scared of the outcome, he also had a handful of girls he called at routine times on certain days. They were his staple chicks. Judge him all you want, none of them fucking minded.
“Right.” She shakes her head quickly. “I'm sorry. I just...you just...right. What's up?”
Nervously, I fidget. “Is your sister home?”
She hums to herself. “That's a good question.” Contemplation rolls across her face. “Is her car in the driveway?”
I glance over my shoulder. “There's a black Honda Civic.”
“Yeah, that's hers,” she brushes it away with gag. “She must be in her room. Come on in.”
Crossing the threshold, I immediately admire the extensive shot glass collection that covers the walls to the right. The entire area looks like it's intended for entertainment with the bar, the piano, and the chairs, but the floor to ceiling wall of glasses makes me wonder who in their right mind would trust drunk people in here.
I point. “The collection-”
“My dad's and he's rarely home.” Angela bites her bottom lip and lifts her eyebrow. “Like now...”
Is she coming onto me?
Nodding, I let her lead me down the hall to where a large living room and huge kitchen intersect. We take a right. Along the walls my eyes can't help but fall onto the family photos. Many of them are just what I assume are their parents. The others mainly include Angela. Almost none of Azura.
At the end of the hall, before the path branches off to the right, she says, “You sure it's her you're looking for and not me?”
I clear my throat. “Positive.”
“Well if you change your mind, just let me know.” Unsure of how to take that I keep my mouth closed. “Anyway this is her. Just go in.”
Curiously I question, “She won't mind?”
“I doubt it,” Angela brushes off and starts walking towards her own room. “She rarely does.”
I know they're only step siblings, but still. Do you get the feeling they're almost like weird college roommates?
On a deep breath, I twist the door knob to enter. To my pleasant surprise, I catch a glimpse of the most amazing set of tits I've ever seen. Period.
The enjoyment is beyond short lived by the shrieking and high pitched demands to leave. “Get out! Out! Out!”
Quickly I shut the door and lean my forehead against it. “Sorry...”
“What the hell are you doing here?” she yells from the other side. Before I have a chance to answer she jerks the door open. “And are you allergic to knocking?”
“Angela said-”
“Of course she did.” Azura folds her arms across her chest. Anger seems to be disappearing just at the sight of me. Kindly she greets, “Hi...”
Loving the simple way that word sounded off her full lips, I repeat back, “Hi...”
A bit of tension builds, she asks, “Why...um..why are you here?”
My face tries to offer her a smile. “I came to apologize.”
Suddenly her body relaxes and an odd wave of relief washes over me.
Fuck. I wasn't aware that I cared this fucking much about her being pissed at me. What do you mean of course I do? You
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