Red, White and Beautiful by Bec Botefuhr Read Free Book Online

againstmythrobbingfleshanddartinghistonguebetweenmyfolds.I dropmyheadintothepillowanddrowninthesoundsofmyown screamingasMarcusgivesmeanorgasmIwon’tforgetinahurry.
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    SIERRA
    Marcusisdressedandreadyforwork,whileI’mstillinhisoversized shirtsittingatthebreakfastbar.Herushesaround,talkingonthephone andbarkingordersatthepoorpersonontheotherend.I’vemadehim late.Iknowhe’scrankyatmeforit.MarcusHarrisonisrarelylateandit reallydoesnotgodownwellwhenheisforcedtomissmeetings.Iwatch himasImunchonapieceofhoneydewmelonandtakeinhispowerful form.MycheeksheatasIthinkaboutthewayheslammedmybody againsttheshowerwallthismorningandfuckedmesohard…
    “Sierra?!”
    ItiltmyheadtoseeMarcusstaringatme,hehasanimpatientlook onhisfaceashestormsover.
    “Yes?”Iask,shakingthedeliciousmemoriesfrommyhead.
    “IsaidIhavetogo.”
    “Oh,right.Ok.”
    “I’mlate.”
    Ismile.“Youshouldn’thavefuckedmeagainandyouwouldn’tbe.”
    Hegivesmeadisapprovingglare.“We’renotplayingtheblame gamenow,Ihavetorun.Youwantfood,callmyhousemaidJenniferand shewillgetyouanythingyouneed.Hernumberisonthebench,she’s alwaysinthecomplex.Youknowmynumber,textmeifyouwant anything.I’llseeyoutonight?”
    “Ihavestudyingtodo,Ican’tjuststayhereallthetime.”
    “I’llhavesomeonetakeyoubacktocollectanybooksyouneedto study.”
    “Marcus…”
    “Havetogo,later.”
    Hekissesmequickly,notlettingmeanswer,thenheturnsandrushes outthedoor.Damnbloodymaniscontrollingme,evenwhenhe’sina hurry.Withasigh,Istareatthedoorawhile,whenIrealizehe’snot goingtocomebackandkissmeproperly,Ipulloutmyphoneandring Quinn.Iknowhe’llbewonderingwhereIamandwhathappenedlast night.Hedoesn’tanswer,soIleavehimavoicemail.
    “Quinn,I’malive.I’llbebackinafewhoursandwillfillyouinon thejuicydeets.Loveyou.”
    Iclosemyphoneandstarearoundthelargehome.Iseeadarkphone onthecounterandrealizeMarcushasforgottenhisphone.Istandand walkover,pickingitup.It’sgotadozenmessages,andIcan’thelpbut openthem.That’swhenIcomeacrossonefromsomeonenamed Candice.Who’sCandice?Bythelooksofthings,she’shisnewPA.Iread themessagesandseetheyweresentlastnightwhenIwassleeping.A swarmofjealousyfloodsmeattheflirtatioustonebothofthemare using.IknowIshouldn’tbesnoopingorreadingthese.BeforeIcando anymore,Marcuscomesrushingbackin.Ipresstheclosebuttonbefore hecanseeI’mreadinghismessages.
    “Forgotmyphone,”hegrumbles,pullingitfrommyhandsandnot evenwonderingwhyIwasholdingit.
    “Marcus…”
    “Gottogo,late.”
    “But…”
    He’sgoneagainandthat’senoughformetofeelangryandraw.Ishe flirtingwithhisnewPA?MaybeI’mreadingitwrong?Ican’thelpthe waymyheartthrobsangrilythough,I’mhurtbythewayhespoketoher.
    Iclosemyeyesandtrytothink,butmyphonebeginsringing.Istare downatthedisplay.It’snotanumberIhaveinmycontactlist.Ianswer itwithabriskhello.
    “Sierra?It’sBen.”
    Great.Ican’tescapehim.Hehonestlyjustwon’tstopgettinginmy face.Afterwhathedid,itsurprisesmehe’sevenbotheringtryingto speakwithme.HeshouldknowmewellenoughtoknowthatIdon’tdeal wellwithpeopleinterferinginmylifeandtryingtocausemepain.
    “Ben,whatdoyouwant?You’vedoneenough.”
    “Iwasn’ttryingtohurtyou,butIthoughtyouneededtoknow.
    Marcuswasusingyou.”
    “Areyouserious?Afterwhatyoudidyou’rereallygoingtojudge him.”
    “Iwasoutofline,Iadmittedthat.”
    “Youscarredmeforlife,inmorewaysthanone!”Ibark.
    “AndI’msorry,whatIdid…IhadnoideawhatIwasdoing.Iwasso angryand…”
    “Idon’tcare,ok?I’vemovedonandIdon’tcareaboutyouanymore, socanyoujuststophasslingme.”
    “Irangyouforareason,Iwanttomakeituptoyou…Iwanttofix whatIbroke.”
    “Ben…”
    “Iwanttoofferyouaninternshipwithmycompany.”
    “What?”Iwhisper.
    “IknowyoulostthejobattheWhiteHouse,andIknowthisdoesn’t evencomeclose,butit’sagreatexperienceandI’mwillingtogiveitto you.”
    “Why?”Ibreathe,shocked.
    “BecauseIhurtyou,andIwanttogiveyousomethingback.”
    “Ben…I…”
    “Don’tsaynorightoffthebatbecauseyou’reangry.Thisisachance