Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94094 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94094 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
“Good evening, Mr. Hennessy,” the doorman greets Clayton, offering me and Sid a big smile.
“George, this is my fiancée, Sidney, and this is my soon-to-be sister-in-law, Chloe,” Clayton introduces us.
I whip my head back, Clayton’s words slamming into me like a sledgehammer. I physically feel his words punch through my heart. I feel like I’m going to be sick.
I hardly hear the rest of the doorman’s words. I only see his lips moving. Clayton replies to him, but I still can’t hear anything as my mind rebels against me.
“If you need anything, I’m here most evenings. The other boys are just as helpful.” My ears finally process the doorman’s last words.
“Thank you,” I say at the same time as Sid.
I follow as Clayton leads her to the elevator, climbing inside. I can’t help glaring at Clayton. The frown on my face is evident even to me.
I want to throw something at him as he looks back at me with that amused smile on his face. It reminds me too much of his brother.
“You don’t like the way I introduced you?” He tilts his head to the side as he looks at me.
“I don’t know you, Clayton. So, I will save the words I have to say for your brother,” I snap.
“Well, you will need this.” He holds out a key card. “We live on the same floor. You can access all three levels from this elevator, but you will need that card. The main entrance is on the top floor. It’s the one we prefer to use.”
I pluck the card from his fingers, relieved to soon be alone with my feelings and thoughts. I can feel my anger rising. Feelings of hurt and abandonment push to the surface, threatening to choke me.
“I think you should call your brother and warn him to stay away from me,” I hiss in warning.
Clayton tries to smother his smile as he nods. There’s nothing funny about this. I turn my back to both him and Sid, feeling my anger push through. My shoulders sag as the elevator stops and the doors open.
I can be as angry as I want to be, but he’s not here for me to say what I need to. Brodi is the one who I need to unleash all this anger on. I step off the elevator, grateful to soon be able to be alone. I’m ready to crumble.
Clayton murmurs something to Sid behind me. Then he moves to me, guiding me toward the left side of the hall. Again, I take notice of the beauty of this place. Even the front door is something to behold. Thick mahogany wood greets me as I slip the key card into the slot.
“I’ll show you around quickly,” Clayton says, reaching over my head to push the door open for me.
I drag my tired body through the entrance, only making it a few steps before I freeze. I feel him before I see him. It’s the oddest thing.
I can feel his eyes on me. They sear me to my soul. A small whimper leaves my lips as my brain registers his presence.
All the anger I’ve held for the last seven years roars through me like a fire. It billows up in me like a thick cloud of smoke. I turn my head slightly and that’s when I see him.
I lose my breath. He’s older, the boyish look is gone from his face, but that hasn’t taken away from him being sexy as fuck. His temples are now gray, blending in with his strawberry-blond locks. Instead of making him look old, it adds something regal and scorching to his short thick waves of hair and that chiseled handsome face of his.
His dress shirt hangs loose from his pants and the buttons are all open, leaving his tanned sculpted chest on display. His thick thighs sing of naughty things, within his gray slacks. His bare feet prove that everything about him screams sexy.
Yet, the fire of anger within doesn’t blow back. It increases. I reach for the vase closest to me and hurl it at him with all my might, growling when it misses him.
He promised. He knows he’s my weakness. I know that’s why he made the promise in the first place. I ache so deeply.
“You motherfucker,” I scream, tossing a glass bowl—the first thing I’m able to get my hands on. “How dare you?”
Brodi dodges the bowl with ease, holding up a hand in warning to Clayton. I don’t even turn to see what Clayton is getting ready to do. My focus is on the man who crushed me seven years ago.
Frustration covers his face, along with a sexy five o’clock shadow. His gray eyes arrest me for the briefest moment. I snap out of it and reach for another expensive-looking vase.
“Stop throwing shit at me and then we can talk,” he booms with that deep voice, freezing me yet again. I close my eyes as the sound washes over me.