Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 98418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
"Theo. Did you hear me?" Arabella asks impatiently. Her eyes dart in Lilly's direction.
"Sorry. What?"
"I said that you should come to Daddy's dinner party next week. I know he'd love to see you." Oh shit.
"I'll have to get back to you. I'm pretty busy over the next couple of weeks." I dismiss her.
"Okay, well you still have my number right?" I glance back to the bar where Lilly is now standing with her back to me, I hadn't noticed the man standing with her before, but I do now due to his arm being wrapped around her waist. An irrational possessiveness surges to the fore.
"Um, yes." I lie to her easily. "If you'll excuse me." I stand and leave her there.
I had promised myself that I wouldn't make any move toward Lilly here. Our strange relationship is not something that I want public, not the way it is now. If the papers got hold of it they would portray me as the millionaire playboy and her as a slut. Lilly would run a mile and I don’t want her portrayed that way. If I'm seen with her people will soon catch on, I can't control or hide my fixation with her. At this particular moment however that has all gone to shit, because another man has got his arm around her waist, and although I have no right to be...I'm angry about it.
"Miss Parker. Can I buy you a drink?" She turns, startled by my appearance. Her smile is dazzling.
"Theo. You're looking very... smart." The comment is innocent but the look she gives me as her eyes rake over my body definitely isn't. I smile, knowing that she’s a woman who will appreciate a tux. She leans forward placing her hands on my shoulders to air kiss my cheeks. "That tux makes me want to do horrible things to you." She whispers so quietly in my ear that I struggle to hear her. Told you.
I grin. "And you look... words fail me."
She smiles wickedly. "Thanks. Molly hooked me up, I can have the dress free if I wear it here...though it was a dress of the designers choosing..." She sighs. "Hence why I’m half naked...still, who's going to turn down Valentino!?" I nod. I have no idea what that is, some girl shit I’m guessing.
"You look stunning." I smile reassuringly at her.
I notice the man standing with her at the same time she does. He's tall, but no taller than me. His dark curly hair hangs in a mop of curls giving him a boyish touch. He's handsome, but for his large nose which dominates his face. His square jaw is now locked and tense as he weighs me up.
"Oh, Theo this is my very good friend Donnie, he came up with my brother Harry last night." I shake his hand.
"And you are Theodore Ellis." I don't miss the distaste with which he says my name, but I let it slip because it clearly has to do with my proximity to Lilly. He doesn't like it.
"Yes." I smile wryly at him, knowing that I've unsettled the boy.
"How do you two know each other?" He asks seemingly politely.
"My boss is Theo's solicitor. I sort a lot of his contracts." Lilly replies. "Although we've become friends as well." She flashes me a secret smile.
"I see. Well..." He starts.
"Lill's there you are." Another guy approaches her with a broad smile and familiar green eyes.
"We're getting drinks." She rolls her eyes at him.
"Theo..." She turns to me. "This is my annoying brother Harry." He smiles widely and is instantly likeable.
"Hi Theo. Nice to meet you. I've heard a lot about you." He laughs. Lilly smacks him lightly across the back of his head.
"Ow. Uncalled for. I only meant the vomit in the car situation." She moves to hit him again but this time he ducks.
"Ha, missed." He laughs.
"Yes, but I know where you sleep dick shit." She smiles smugly. They're obviously close.
"Why were you sick in his car?" Donnie asks with a deep frown.
Lilly groans. "Thanks Harry.” She scowls at him. “I was very drunk." Lilly says, shaking her head clearly embarrassed.
"It valeted out, it was ok." I try to make her feel better. For some reason I hate the thought of her feeling uncomfortable.
"What car was it?" Harry asks.
"Aston Martin." Lilly replies before I do. Harry raises both eyebrows. "I know, I know." She grumbles.
"Well shit..." Harry looks to me. "Fair play man. If she vommed in my Aston I’d have kicked her to the curb." There's an awkward silence at Harry's implied term suggesting we have a relationship of some sort. He clearly knows more about Lilly and I than I thought.
"Anyway Harry...I'm sure there's someone else you could be harassing..." She glares at him.
"Yeah, there are a few ladies here who look lonely. Let’s go fix that shall we Don." Harry punches the Donnie lightly on the shoulder.