Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 112567 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 563(@200wpm)___ 450(@250wpm)___ 375(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112567 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 563(@200wpm)___ 450(@250wpm)___ 375(@300wpm)
“I do. Definitely.” I closed the distance between us.
She frowned. “Dima may figure it out.”
“He might.”
“He’s smart.”
“We’re smarter.” Unable to help myself, I pulled her in for a kiss, pressing her body to me. And there were no regrets as sparkling ocean waves crashed against our bodies.
When she leaned away, her lids drooped over her eyes. “Make love to me, L.”
“Finally?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “Finally.”
I picked her up in seconds.
Next, we were on our huge towels with our limbs entwined and our hands exploring each other’s bodies.
She moaned, “I love you, L.”
“I love you, too.” I captured her mouth, needing to taste her as much as possible.
She wanted to make love. And I didn’t know how to tell her that I’d never had sex. I’d waited all these years for only her, never wanting my cock to enter anybody but her.
How do I tell her that I’m a virgin? Would she believe me?
I doubted it. Surely, she knew about the harem living within my palace’s walls. While they taught me the many ways to pleasure a woman, there was never a lesson in penetration.
“Damn it, L.” She hit my chest. “What are you thinking about? You keep fading away.”
I rolled away from her and got on my back. “Chanel, we should talk.”
“But I don’t want to talk.” Smiling, she straddled me. “No conversation. Only fucking.”
I’ll figure it out. I have an idea of most of the steps. I put my cock in and let the body do the rest.
I had her bikini top off in seconds, and my hands palmed her breasts.
She groaned. “There we go.”
My body hummed with desire. “Do you know how long I have wanted to do this?”
“I do.” She licked her lips. “Do you know how hard it’s been to be true to my duty to Pedro, while secretly being in love with you!”
“Now he’s gone and we don’t have to hide anything.” With a hand on each breast, I captured her nipples and toyed with them.
To my surprise, she frowned and then shook her head.
Did I do something wrong?
I stopped playing with her nipples. “What’s wrong, Chanel?”
Blood dripped from her nose.
Horror hit me. “Chanel, are you okay?”
“It’s just. . .” Bloody tears fell from her eyes.
“Are you in pain? What’s going on?” Shocked, I sat up and wiped at her eyes. More blood rushed out and spilled down my fingers. “Chanel?!”
“You have to stop doing this, L.”
I stared down at my bloody hands. “Doing what?”
“This isn’t good for you.”
I stared back at her. “What isn’t good for me?”
“Doing this will invite demons.” More bloody tears spilled from her eyes.
And then Chanel slowly withered away. Little by little, her body broke down into bits of dust that blew away with the ocean breeze.
“Chanel!” I screamed so loud that the seagulls fled the beach, furiously flapping their wings and desperately flying away. “Chanel!”
In one moment, she was there.
The next second, she was gone.
“Chanel!”
And then I woke up to all-consuming pain, a dry throat, exhausted eyes, a shattered soul, and broken heart.
How do I stop these damn dreams?
A week had passed since Chanel’s death—the love of my life. I’d never got to touch or kiss her, date or truly tell her how much I loved her.
In the same week, I also discovered my father killed her.
I brought myself back to my sad, present reality.
She’s gone.
My body rocked from side-to-side. My driver sped down Caviar Lime highway, making my Cadillac Escalade sway.
I’d been stretched out in the last of the two rear rows.
My cousins, Duck and Chen sat in the middle row in front of me. They wore silver metal collars over their entire neck to protect them during this mission. My father was known for slipping out of shadows and giving a quick slice to the throat. Being that they were his nephews, I hoped that the collars were unnecessary.
If you didn’t care about killing Romeo and Chanel, then who else is off-limits for you now?
Up in front and by the driver, my longtime friend, Hu sat in the passenger seat and watched the cars on the highway. As my Straw Sandal, he remained on guard, making sure no attack against me was successful.
His favorite AK-47 rested in his lap. It was orangish-gold with black stripes. And he loved to make it roar. A gold collar also covered his neck to protect him from my father’s knife.
I yawned, taking in the view outside the windows. Where there wasn’t wineries or farms, there was a mass of green rolling hills.
We’re definitely outside of Paradise.
I raised my gaze. Hundreds of crows flew high above us and peppered the sky. They swarmed and spun around in choreographed harmony.
Crows always fascinated Chanel. She told me once that a group of crows was called a murder. And that biologist discovered that when a crow messed up in their group, the other crows gathered and decided that crow’s fate.