Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 59448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
And even after I offered her clean clothes, she still had on that damn dress, which is soaked now. I go to the guest room and grab the clothes I set out for her still sitting at the end of the bed and put them on the bathroom counter, steam from the shower and the smell of my body soap filling the space, before shutting the door.
I run my hand down my face. What the hell do I do with her? Should I offer her some money? Surely she has family or friends she wants to get back to.
Not sure what to do, I sit on the end of my bed and stare at the door, waiting for her to come out so I can ask her what she wants.
Thirty minutes pass before the sound of the water shuts off. Her shadow slips back and forth across the bottom of the door, and I hear drawers opening and shutting as she goes through my things. My neck tenses. I’ve never let anyone go through my house, let alone my things. What the fuck is she looking for? I stand, beginning to pace.
I flick the light on in the bedroom and cross my arms; waiting. I swear if she doesn’t come out in the next three minutes—
The knob turns, and the door slowly opens, revealing a girl I don’t recognize. She’s a woman, not some girl. Instead of muddy brown hair, it’s long and beautifully blonde. Her diamond shape face clean, her nose small but cute. She bites on her bottom lip which sticks out farther than her top, her right foot anxiously sliding back and forth over her left as she looks down, her hands clasped in front of her. She’s gorgeous cleaned up. Of course my clothes are way too big for her. My shirt hangs off her shoulder showing the start of her breast, the bottoms barely on her hips even though she double tied the drawstrings.
“Um…” I clear my throat, a little caught off guard here. “I’m sorry about the clothes, it’s all I have.”
She doesn’t respond. I’m baffled that this beauty of a woman had the balls to point my own gun at me. It goes to show how unpredictable people are.
“What’s your name? Do you have someone you want me to call?”
She looks up at me, big wide eyes that remind me of an animation character looking back at me. They’re so fucking green. She blinks but doesn’t respond.
Jesus Christ. My body temperature begins to rise, nerves making the cord in my neck strain.
“I can give you some money and you can go. You should go.” I nod assuredly, my brows pinched together. Again she just stares at me, not saying a damn word. It dawns on me that maybe I should call someone. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing here. Hell, this is more interaction I’ve had with a female my whole life. Leaning over my bed, my movement makes her jump and I freeze.
“Just grabbing my phone,” I inform her, snatching it off the charger, she watches me closely. Unlocking it, I oddly think about calling my mother. I look up at the unnamed woman, if anyone could use motherly instinct right now, it’s her. But Mom will ask questions, wanting to know where she came from and that means I’ll have to explain my father. Fuck that. I pull open my brother Kieran and text him.
Get your ass over here, bring Leona.
Why
Just trust me.
He doesn’t reply back, but I know he’ll come.
Thirty minutes later, Henry is calling my apartment informing me of Kieran’s arrival. Leaving the blonde mute in the bedroom, I go unlock the door and greet him.
He’s dressed in a fucking suit, Jesus Christ, is he ever not dressed in designer clothes? His ball and chain close behind. Leona has on a fur coat, and white dress underneath, her hair piled onto her head. They look like a celebrity couple ready for the cameras instead of heading over to a family member’s house in the middle of the night.
“Tell me why I’m here at five in the morning, Romeo?” His voice irritated, beady dark eyes staring at me with frustration. I can’t tell him out here, someone might hear.
“Come in,” I growl, holding my door open, the smell of perfume strong as Leona passes by. Shutting and locking the door, I notice I don’t stop and inhale the scent like I usually do. In fact, the obsession with Leona seems dull compared to the woman harboring herself in my apartment right now. I lead them into my room and find it empty.
“Shit, where’d she go?” My heart starts beating faster, a cool sweat on the nape of my neck.
“Who?” Leona asks, looking around. Pushing open the bathroom door, it’s empty. She’s not in here. Quickly I leave my room and head to the guest room, turning the lights on, I find her sitting in a corner on the floor, her knees to her chest, her blonde hair concealing her face and most of her body.