Snatched by the Hood Billionaire 1
“Bitch, don’t keep me waiting,” Tripp hisses when I try to open the locked car door.
He doesn’t even try to help. The door finally clicks and I pull it open. I’m inside within a few seconds.
Tripp sucks his teeth and snaps. “I see you talking to that guy. That why you keep me waiting?”
“Tripp, I’m the one fucking drenched right now,” I respond, quick to hold back a gasp. “You know I hate it when you call me that.”
“I can call you whatever I want, bitch.”
“That’s not fair.” I’m cold and my dress sticks to my body after standing in the rain for an hour. I squirm when I feel cold water trickling down my ass and I expect Tripp to sympathize with me; say something sweet to make me feel better, but instead he reaches over and places a hand on my bare thighs.
My dress is skimpy, rides up with his touch. There’s a lot of flesh for him to feel. He moves his right hand up and down my thigh, controlling the car with his left, making me forget how upset I am at him. We’ve known each other for years. He knows I can’t help myself, especially when he calls me baby…
This fool is all I’ve got right now and I don’t know if I’ll ever get away from him.
All I know is that I’m scared to be alone.
TRIGGER WARNING: This book is provocative. Read at your own risk.