Read Scarred: A New Adult Romance (The Anderson Brothers Series Book 1) for Free Online Page A

tattoo design. I also find a
pair of casual black pants. With the clothes draped over my arm, I head to the
kitchen, grabbing the iron and ironing board from the hall closet along the
way. While I’m unfolding the ironing board, Chris’s door creaks open from down
the hall.
    Chris
stops at the kitchen doorway, his phone in one hand, and a bright smile on his
face. I’ve not seen a smile that wide on him in a very long time. He’d been in
his room all morning on the phone, so I assume his chat with Adrienne went
well. But as soon as he notices me ironing, his glow turns to curiosity. “Holy
shit, we have an iron?”
    I
roll my eyes. “You mean I have an
iron.”
    “Right.
So what’s up with this?”
    “I
told you, I have a date tonight. We’re going to Jade.”
    “The
Asian place?” He whistles. “All the girls seem to like eating there.”
    “It’s
got atmosphere.”
    “Heh.
Well, you must really love this new girl or something.”
    I
smile. Sure feels like it. I turn the
heat setting to Delicate to iron the shirt. “What’s up with you and Adrienne?”
I look back up at him in time to see him beaming again.
    “Well,
at first, she was like, ‘who’s this creepy guy calling me?’ so I let her know
what was up. Put the charms on her, y’know.”
    I
guffaw.
    “She
wondered where ‘the guy from the club’ was, and I told her you were my
roommate, but a bit of a flake, and to not expect you to call her.”
    I
reset the iron and glare at him. “You what?”
    “Hey,
I had to think of something, dude.” He shrugs. “Anyway, we swapped pics, and
she sounded totally interested. Even said I was hot! Can you believe it?”
    Picking
up the iron again, I resume pressing my shirt. “No, I honestly can’t believe
it.”
    He
gives me the finger, but I ignore it.
    “We’re
going to the movies tonight, then to one of her girlfriends’ house parties.”
Chris’s face lights up. “Dude! You should bring your new girl, too. We can make
it a double date.”
    I
gawk at him. “You can’t be serious.”
    Chris
laughs. “I’m telling you. We can show off our hot new chicks at that party.”
    “Naw.
I’m taking things slow. I’m not gonna fuck up this date. And how the hell do
you know if Adrienne is hot? You haven’t even seen her.”
    “I
told you, we swapped pics. Holy shit, she looks amazing!”
    I
shut the iron off, set it aside, and carefully fold my shirt and pants. “How do
you know the picture is even real? She could’ve manipulated it or something.”
    “Nope.
This pic is as real as it gets. Look!” He shows me his phone.
    The
picture is his current wallpaper. It’s definitely Adrienne. She’s wearing the
same red dress from the club. She strikes a teasing selfie pose, angling the
camera in such a way that it looks like the top of her dress is barely covering
her tits. The peaks of her nipples create small beads beneath the fabric. I
wonder if she took that picture last night? Probably intended to send it to me
whenever I called. I’m glad it’s Chris who got the pic and not me. “Yup. That’s
definitely her, all right.”
    Chris
nods. “No kidding! Oh, and her boobs are a single D, not double. She looks
between thirty-five and thirty-eight inches. But they are most definitely all
real.”
    I
arch an eyebrow. “You can tell all that from a picture?”
    “Of
course I can! I’ve seen and felt enough of them to know the difference.”
    I
shake my head. “Right. Well, hopefully, for your sake, she’s a keeper.” I pause
and cast him a look. “You are going
to try and keep her, right?”
    He
stiffens. “I dunno. That depends on her. Why are you so insistent on me keeping
a girl? It’s getting old.”
    “Because,
frankly, I’m sick of your shit every time you dump a girl the day after
sleeping with her.”
    “I
don’t dump them. They dump me.” He grimaces, perhaps realizing how utterly
pathetic that sounds.
    “Yeah,”
I say, “they dump you because they find out you were