Waiting for Him (Waiting Series Book 3) Read Online Free
Author: Dawn Stanton
toward his hairline. I nod my head and stare down into my beer. I can’t bear to see the pity I know will be reflected in his eyes.
“What kind of sick fuck goes after a pregnant woman?” Grey spits out venomously. Oh boy, I can’t seem to hang onto any of my hurtful secrets tonight. I guess I better divulge it all and get it the fuck over with.
“She wasn’t pregnant when she slept with him. It happened back in the fall when I was away for work. She could be carrying his baby…she doesn’t know if it’s mine or his.” I tip my glass back and drink the rest down at once. I place my glass on the bar and raise my hand to flag down the bartender. I need something much stronger than beer to get me through the rest of this conversation.
The bartender lifts his chin toward me as if to say, “what can I get for you,” and I hold up four fingers and mouth the word tequila. He nods, grabbing the appropriate bottle from the shelf and four small glasses. He quickly pours the shots before making his way over to another customer. I pick up the first one and knock it back in one fiery gulp. I grip another one in my hand and repeat the process. As I place my glass on the bar, I can feel the familiar and enjoyable burn of the liquor as it moves down into my stomach. I want it to move up into my brain instead and numb it from the painful thoughts that keep playing over and over in my mind . Fucking Greyson. He just can’t let this go. He’s like a frickin’ dog after a bone. I know that Lee invited them with the best of intentions, but now I’m wishing he hadn’t.
“What the fuck is wrong with my sister? I’m going to blister her ass when I see her. She needs some sense knocked into her. Everyone babied and coddled her too much and now look at her. She’s a total mess.”
Greyson grabs one of my shots and knocks it back so fast that it takes me a moment to realize what he’s done.
“Hey, fuck off and get your own shots. These are mine. If you want me to talk about all this shit, then the least you can do is leave my booze alone. Now buy me another fucking shot to replace the one you just stole.” I scowl at Greyson as I tip back the only remaining shot I have left. Thankfully, he chooses to ignore my shitty tone, and he signals the bartender for four more shots.
“Who is this dude she slept with?” He asks me as he pushes two of the new shots in my direction. I down one of them before I can reply. I hate that I have to say his name out loud. It makes me physically ill to think about the two of them joined together so intimately. The fact that his dick was inside her...inside my girl, makes me feel violently angry. I kicked his ass when I thought he’d only kissed her. Now, I’m going to have to give him the beat down that he truly deserves.
“Do you remember her ex, Garrett?” I ask as I tip back the final shot of mine. Grey knocks his last one back too and nods his head.
“The professor dude…the one that disappeared?” I nod my head and run my fingers through my hair.
“That would be him.” Grey grips the top of the bar with both hands as if he’s trying to get a hold of his temper.
“Is he back in Boston now? How did she see him?” I laugh out loud at the absurdity of what I’m about to tell him. It’s not a funny laugh, it’s a “you’re not going to believe this,” laugh.
“He’s the headmaster of the school she works at. He was the reason she got the job in the first place. She didn’t know he worked there until she saw him in a meeting one day. She tried to stay away from him, but he showed up at a club Hailey, and she were at one night. That’s where they hooked up and she never told me until now.” Both of my elbows are braced on the bar top as I rest my head in my hands. I grip my hair so tightly it hurts, and I’m hoping the physical pain
“What kind of sick fuck goes after a pregnant woman?” Grey spits out venomously. Oh boy, I can’t seem to hang onto any of my hurtful secrets tonight. I guess I better divulge it all and get it the fuck over with.
“She wasn’t pregnant when she slept with him. It happened back in the fall when I was away for work. She could be carrying his baby…she doesn’t know if it’s mine or his.” I tip my glass back and drink the rest down at once. I place my glass on the bar and raise my hand to flag down the bartender. I need something much stronger than beer to get me through the rest of this conversation.
The bartender lifts his chin toward me as if to say, “what can I get for you,” and I hold up four fingers and mouth the word tequila. He nods, grabbing the appropriate bottle from the shelf and four small glasses. He quickly pours the shots before making his way over to another customer. I pick up the first one and knock it back in one fiery gulp. I grip another one in my hand and repeat the process. As I place my glass on the bar, I can feel the familiar and enjoyable burn of the liquor as it moves down into my stomach. I want it to move up into my brain instead and numb it from the painful thoughts that keep playing over and over in my mind . Fucking Greyson. He just can’t let this go. He’s like a frickin’ dog after a bone. I know that Lee invited them with the best of intentions, but now I’m wishing he hadn’t.
“What the fuck is wrong with my sister? I’m going to blister her ass when I see her. She needs some sense knocked into her. Everyone babied and coddled her too much and now look at her. She’s a total mess.”
Greyson grabs one of my shots and knocks it back so fast that it takes me a moment to realize what he’s done.
“Hey, fuck off and get your own shots. These are mine. If you want me to talk about all this shit, then the least you can do is leave my booze alone. Now buy me another fucking shot to replace the one you just stole.” I scowl at Greyson as I tip back the only remaining shot I have left. Thankfully, he chooses to ignore my shitty tone, and he signals the bartender for four more shots.
“Who is this dude she slept with?” He asks me as he pushes two of the new shots in my direction. I down one of them before I can reply. I hate that I have to say his name out loud. It makes me physically ill to think about the two of them joined together so intimately. The fact that his dick was inside her...inside my girl, makes me feel violently angry. I kicked his ass when I thought he’d only kissed her. Now, I’m going to have to give him the beat down that he truly deserves.
“Do you remember her ex, Garrett?” I ask as I tip back the final shot of mine. Grey knocks his last one back too and nods his head.
“The professor dude…the one that disappeared?” I nod my head and run my fingers through my hair.
“That would be him.” Grey grips the top of the bar with both hands as if he’s trying to get a hold of his temper.
“Is he back in Boston now? How did she see him?” I laugh out loud at the absurdity of what I’m about to tell him. It’s not a funny laugh, it’s a “you’re not going to believe this,” laugh.
“He’s the headmaster of the school she works at. He was the reason she got the job in the first place. She didn’t know he worked there until she saw him in a meeting one day. She tried to stay away from him, but he showed up at a club Hailey, and she were at one night. That’s where they hooked up and she never told me until now.” Both of my elbows are braced on the bar top as I rest my head in my hands. I grip my hair so tightly it hurts, and I’m hoping the physical pain
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