Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 110824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
“I don’t want him looking at your tits and your ass!”
I hear Zane laugh and I give him a dirty look. He hides his amusement in a cough and stops. I take the cloth and begin cleaning the blood on his face. “You have lost your mind.” I let out an annoyed breath. “It doesn’t look broken, Zane. Just the same, we should probably put some ice on it.”
“If you don’t want me to do worse to him, you will put some clothes on,” Victor barks.
“Victor!” I bring the cloth to the sink and run some more water trying to squeeze it out. Before I can say anything else, Victor takes the cloth from me and spins me around. My eyes go wide when I look at him. His shirt is gone and in his hand is his favorite T-shirt. I know because I bought it for him last year for his birthday. It’s a vintage tee of the band The Black Crowes. The band’s name is written in bright, chunky yellow, making it stand out against the dark fabric. It was kind of a lame gift. Still, he liked it, which made me happy.
He steps into me. I start to move away from him but before I can, he’s putting the shirt over my head and assisting in pushing my arms through the sleeves. Instantly, the scent of Victor’s cologne curls around me and I have to fight to keep from closing my eyes in pleasure. The shirt is whisper soft, and once it drops down, it hits below my thighs.
“If you’re going to clean his ass up, you’re doing it in my shirt.”
“Why on Earth for?”
“Because your tits are enough to make a man cry with the need to suck on them and you are not letting anyone but me see them.”
I blink. I open my mouth to say something, but I have no idea what, so I snap it shut again. Zane is laughing behind us. I can’t force myself to turn around and berate him for it. I think I’m too afraid to take my gaze away from the man in front of me. I feel like I’ve fallen through a hole into the Twilight Zone.
“What happened to you in Greece? Did you bang your head on something?”
“Kitten—”
“Oh God, did you contract some kind of infection that made you lose your mind? I read about some kind of brain worm virus,” I mutter, and without thought I go to Victor and touch his face, frowning. “You don’t have a fever.”
“Brain worm virus? Really, sweetheart?”
“It’s a real thing. I read it on the internet,” I argue.
“Well, it has to be true then. It can’t be on the internet if it’s not true,” Zane laughs.
“Shut it, Zane,” Victor mutters.
“You need to see a doctor.”
“The only thing wrong with me is I don’t want another man seeing your body. If you want to save his life, keep my shirt on.”
“Now you’re just being crazy.”
“Keep my damn shirt on and hurry up and do what you’re going to do to his face so he can leave,” Victor mutters.
“He’s not leaving, I’m making him pancakes.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Yes, I am. I promised him lemon pancakes for breakfast and he’s getting them.”
“Lemon pancakes? You never make me lemon pancakes,” he mumbles. I can’t believe what he’s saying. Is he pouting?
“You never asked for lemon. You like apples and caramel sauce on your pancakes, Victor.” I’m telling him something that he already knows, but I wasn’t kidding earlier. I’m pretty sure he’s hit his head or something.
“Then, we should have pancakes with your homemade apples and caramel sauce,” he proposes, but I quickly shake my head and shut him down.
“I owe Zane for taking me to dinner last night and calming me down, so I didn’t go to Greece and kill you. That means, we’re getting his favorite. Also, how did you get here so fast?”
“I took a flight straight through. It took twelve hours, but it was worth it to see you. What do you mean Zane took you to dinner?” Victor rumbles, trying to go around me to get to Zane.
“He took me out. It was a great evening.”
“I’m the only man who can take you to dinner, Kitten.”
“Oh my God, you really are crazy. You told me that we weren’t even friends anymore! You ruined my date with Caleb and now you’re trying to tell me I can’t go out with anyone? I don’t know what has happened to you, but you need to snap out of it. You can’t tell me who I can see and who I can’t, Victor Davide!”
“Don’t use my middle name, damn it. You know I don’t like it.”
“I can’t deal with you. I need to go get dressed and fix Zane breakfast so he can take me to work.”