Losing Hope by Colleen Hoover EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Colleen Hoover
- Language: English
- Genre: Women’s Friendship Fiction
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My heart rate is signaling for me to just walk away. Les has reminded
me more than once that it’s not my business. She’s never been a brother
before, though. She has no idea how hard it is to sit back and not let it
be my business. That’s why, right now, this son-of-a-bitch is my
number-one priority.
I slide my hands into the back pockets of my jeans and hope to hell I
can keep them there. I’m standing behind the couch, looking down at
him. I don’t know how long it’ll take him to notice I’m here.
Considering the grip he has on the chick straddling his lap, I doubt he’ll
notice for a while. I remain behind them for several minutes while the
party continues around us, everyone completely unaware that I’m a
fraction away from losing my mind. I would take out my phone so that
I’d have evidence, but I couldn’t do that to Les. She doesn’t need a
visual.
“Hey,” I nally say, unable to contain my silence a second longer. If I
have to watch him palm this chick’s breast one more time without a
single ounce of respect for his relationship with Les, I’ll rip his fucking
hand off.
Grayson tears his mouth away from hers and tilts his head back,
looking up at me with glossed-over eyes. I can see the fear settle in
when it clicks—when he nally realizes that the last person he thought
would be here tonight actually showed up.
“Holder,” he says, pushing the girl off his lap. He struggles to his feet
but can hardly stand up straight. He looks at me pleadingly, pointing at
the girl, who’s now adjusting her barely-there skirt. “This isn’t . . . it’s
not what it looks like.”
I slide my hands out of my back pockets and fold my arms across my
chest. My st is closer to him now and I have to clench it, knowing how
good it would feel to punch his face in.
I look down to the oor and inhale a breath. Then another. And one
more just for show, since I’m really enjoying watching him squirm. I
shake my head and raise my eyes back to his. “Give me your phone.”
The confusion on his face would be comical if I weren’t so pissed. He
laughs and attempts to back up a step, but bumps into the coffee table.
He catches himself by pressing his hand onto the glass and straightens
back up. “Get your own fucking phone,” he mumbles. He doesn’t look
back at me as he maneuvers his way around the coffee table. I calmly
walk around the couch and intercept him, holding out my hand.
“Give me your phone, Grayson. Now.”
I’m not really at an advantage sizewise, since we’re about the same
build. However, I’m denitely at an advantage if you take my anger into
consideration, and Grayson can clearly see that.
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