Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Legend wasn’t roughly handsome like Cairo. Coldly beautiful like Jacques. Impishly gorgeous like Roan. Or uniquely dishy like Arsenio.
There was a softness to his perfection. A warmth in his autumn brown eyes that shone through whether it truly existed or not. His full, plump lips made you lean in for a kiss in an almost trance. The soft waves tickling his brow begged you to run your fingers through them. Everything about Legend was designed to draw you in. Whether he invited you to or not, you wanted to make Legend St. James love you.
“Okay, you have a deal, but if you want me to tell Roan you gave me a real shot, you can’t make it difficult for me by kicking me out of your bed, or refusing to talk or be alone with me?”
“Starting right off with blackmail. Interesting choice.”
I cracked a smile. “This is how we are, Legend. I won’t give you what you want, but I’ll always give you what you need. Meet me here after class,” I said as the Poli Sci building came into view. “Since Roan’s holding out on you, I’m sure you’re in need of a blow job, or three.” Winking, I drew out of his embrace. “I’ll make that happen for you.”
“De Souza, if I drop my pants, I’m putting my dick in more holes than your mouth.”
A shiver climbed my spine. “That’s fine with me.”
“I bet it is,” he replied, chuckling. “But I’m no cheap date. You want to get in my pants, you’ll have to work for it. I’ll be back here after your class. Better come up with something to keep me around, or we can call this a fail on day one.”
I watched him lope off, stuck between loving him and wishing I left him tied to the bed, shouting all day for someone to free him.
I was even more useless in class than I usually was. Most days, I jotted down notes to give myself something to do. That morning I didn’t bother putting on the show.
Roan’s ultimatum wouldn’t make a difference. The guy loved riding Roan’s ass as much as I loved him riding mine, but Legend didn’t bow his head and surrender to anyone. He would make this needlessly difficult because he was still in love with me but admitting it... was too much like surrender.
So what could I possibly do to make him bring down the walls he’s building back up? Especially if he won’t let me use sex as a side door.
An hour and a half dragged into eternity. I was first out of my seat when the clock struck ten, weaving through shuffling students and coming outside to a brighter day.
The sun escaped the clouds, raising the temperature on campus a few degrees. Legend abandoned his coat and leaned against the stone railing in a tight, blue sweater and black pants. It wasn’t right that people spent hours choosing their outfits, putting on makeup, and accentuating their features just for him to slap on the simplest, if expensive, clothes and achieve model-like beauty.
“You’re here.”
“I said I would be.” Legend didn’t react to me molding myself to his body and resting my head on his chest. “You’ll get a fair chance to screw this up, so Roan can’t give me any crap.”
“We’re not just here because of Roan.” I kissed his smooth jaw. “You missed me.”
“Now I see how you sustained that delusion for two years. You have an active fantasy life.”
That was meant to sting, and it did, but I brushed it off. He could call it lonely-little-rich-boy, psychobabble nonsense but I knew him. Legend put on a fake, gentlemanly show for people he didn’t care to know, then he brought out his acid tongue and vicious tricks for those that tried to know him. Only those who saw past the first and cared enough to fight through the latter were worthy of earning his loyalty.
He wasn’t scaring me away. I’ve survived much worse than an obstinate ex-boyfriend, and the ex part was only true in his delusion. According to me, we never broke up.
“Are you ready to go?”
“Go where?”
“On our date.”
His tone sharpened. “I never said it was a date.”
“Nope, but I did.” I tugged him after me, setting off across Homer Green. “Come on. We’re taking your car. My next class isn’t until four, so that gives us plenty of time. Although, I’m not bothered about skipping.”
“Taking my car where?”
“It’s a surprise.” I tossed a smile over my shoulder. “I’m driving.”
“The hell you are. No one drives my car but me.”
“You don’t know where we’re going.”
“That’s why you’re going to tell me.”
We stepped off the sidewalk into the parking lot. Legend’s car—one of them—was a Bentley Bentayga. Very sleek. Very sexy. Very expensive. But that’s not why he didn’t want me to drive. The man just had to be in charge every minute of every day.