Deeds (Broken Deeds #1) Read Online Free PDF

make my statement and slide her down onto the bed. She stares at me in disbelief while her mouth imitates a goldfish. "Keep that up and I might play a game of in and out with my cock and your mouth."
    "You do realize I have teeth, right?" She snaps her teeth at me to get her point across.
    "Right. Are you hungry?" Switching subjects, because the thought sends a shiver up my spine. Ouch!
    "Yes. Are you going to cook?"
    "You think I can't?"
    "No, I don’t. As a matter of fact, I think you're one of those guys who dials the phone, gets cash, and opens the door instead of actually making a meal. Besides, you said you have an ol’lady, so she probably cooks for you. Where is she by the way? Run off because of the cheating dick that you are?"
    She's in for a surprise, judging me like that. On all of those things.
    "She’s currently got her ass on our bed and she doesn’t have to cook for me today. So what am I calling out for?"
    Annoyed by my response she answers. "Pizza. I don't fucking care what's on it. No anchovies or olives, though. And if that's you trying to say I’m your ol’lady, you might wanna go back to the hospital because dude… you’ve lost your mind, and maybe you left it there."
    I give her a nod as I walk out of the room because I really don’t want to get into that discussion right now. Fuck me and her gritty remarks.
    "Oh wait!” She calls out, and I stop in my tracks. “Ice cream, I want ice cream. But, fuck it all, I want my own freaking ice cream. Never mind. I don't want any ice cream. Fuck !"
    Turning to face her I wonder what's so special about her ice cream. "What brand of ice cream do you need? I can have a prospect get it for you."
    She glares at me like I’m stuck on stupid. "No, you can't have anyone just get it for me. I make my own, so if it's not coming from my fridge, I don’t want it. So unless you got some healthy shit with chocolate whey and Greek yogurt I'm not interested. It’s gotta fit into my clean eating so never mind."
    "Shit, should we skip the Pizza too, Hotlips? That sure as fuck doesn't fit into the whole clean eating thing."
    "No, you dick. I'm allowed a cheat meal. I just pick and choose when to eat healthier instead of adding another food bomb into my body, you little shit for brains."
    Turning away, I leave her on the bed and go to the kitchen. I open the fridge and grab two buckets from my own stash to see if she might like the ice cream I make. Apparently we're a lot alike in that area. Swiping a spoon out of the drawer, I tuck it in my back pocket and head back towards the bedroom. I hope she isn't stuck on chocolate since I ate that one already but I have two other flavors to choose from.
    When I enter the room she's still in the same position I left her, only now her arms are folded in front of her chest and her head is tipped back staring up at my ceiling.
    "Why add mirrors to a bedroom you don't have sex in?"
    "I like to look at myself when I jerk off." The mattress dips under my weight when I sit. Holding up the white buckets I add, "Banana or pistachio?"
    "I told you I don't want normal freaking ice cream!”
    "Who said it’s normal? You think you're the only one who eats ice cream that way? Now, do you want some of my private stash or don't you?"
    She’s staring with a hint of shock on her face at the buckets like they’re full of cyanide or something. Bet she’s shocked I also make my own stash of ice cream.
    "Chocolate?"
    "Did you hear me mention chocolate?"
    A tiny smile appears on her face and I hear her voice soften. "Yeah well, a girl could hope you were that stupid. Not mentioning it but have it in your hands anyway. Wouldn't be the first time. Now give me the spoon and those buckets."
    Placing the buckets on the bed, I grab the spoon out of my pocket and toss it to her. She practically attacks the ice cream. Apparently, I make good ice cream judging from all of the moaning  and watching her tongue flick over that spoon. Dammit, I need to leave