Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 164459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 822(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 822(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
It’s identical to the gyms that were in my private high school, only bigger, cleaner, and manlier.
I hear music playing, a song by Imagine Dragons and Kendrick Lamar. I don’t see him, so I shut the door behind me and follow the tune.
My eyes dart over to the gym bag in the right corner with the name Doomsday monogrammed on it.
He’s around. I can feel his presence.
Suddenly the air feels thick and heavy.
The music grows louder as I walk down the hallway to my left. At first it’s dark, but then there is light. I hold the cross tighter in my hand, as if Mitchell will appear and swoop me up out of here in angelic form. Spare me from the impending heartache again.
What was I thinking? Coming in here? I’m sure Kylie and Oscar are gone by now. That means I can easily escape. I can go up to my hotel room and stay there during the rest of my trip, so they won’t bother me again. And then I’ll be gone, out of Vegas and far away from Drake Davenport.
I turn around with haste, my feet scuffling louder than ever as I make way for the exit. I hear a thunk behind me, water splashes, and then I hear his voice.
And I freeze.
“Jenny.”
My heart is pounding chaotically, my hands squeezed tight around the cross. I stare down at the tile floor, hoping to mold into it, blend in with the gray and white pieces.
“Jenny, I know that’s you. Come back here.”
I don’t breathe.
I don’t speak.
I don’t do anything.
The door is right there. I could make it. I could run and dissolve into the crowd that he’ll never be able to get through because they will be all over him. He wouldn’t stand a chance.
“Jenny.” His voice is firm this time. Deep. And something inside me twists up and spins out of control.
I turn to face the direction of his voice, hating what I feel—hating the power his voice still has over me.
I march to the back quickly—to wherever he is—but it’s when I spot him, that I stop right in my tracks.
No shirt.
No shorts.
He is wearing nothing at all.
Oh my God. He is completely naked!
“Oh my God! Drake! What the hell are you doing?”
He blinks slowly. “Just got out of an ice bath. About to take a shower.”
“A towel, at least?” I turn away, facing the wall and shielding my eyes.
“I thought I could get one in before you came back. You came much sooner than I thought you would.”
“Just… take your shower,” I mumble.
He’s quiet for a moment. So quiet it becomes awkward. When he doesn’t say anything and I don’t hear any movement, I look back but he’s still there.
Still naked.
Still…sexy.
Okay. I admit it. But not out loud.
“Wait for me.” His voice is low and smoky.
“Fine.” I start to turn but he speaks up, stopping me in my tracks. “No. Right there.” He points at the bench in front of me. “I’ll be right back. Won’t take me longer than five minutes.”
“No. I’ll wait close by the door. I only promised Oscar five minutes for you, so you should probably make it less.”
His jaw flexes.
I don’t care.
I walk away, and I’m surprised he doesn’t stop me. It would be wise not to tamper with my emotions right now. One stupid thing out of his mouth and I am out of here like lightning.
Or am I?
I think the only person I’m fooling right now is myself.
I’m sure Drake didn’t even buy the snobby little statement I just tried to pull back there, but at least he didn’t stop me. I guess we are off to a great start here…respect-wise anyway. And he owes me a lot of that right now.
Chapter 27
Drake
I don’t know what the hell I was thinking during the fight.
I was pumped. Ready to tackle on my opponent in that fucking cage and then spend the rest of my night in the penthouse, celebrating with bottle after bottle of Remy.
But as I walked down that fucking aisle, the music on blast, people hollering how much they either loved or hated me, and then I saw her… I wasn’t sure how to react.
Do I pretend I didn’t just see her and go about my business? Or do I act like a caged beast and do whatever it takes to force my way out?
I made the dumbest choice.
I couldn’t help myself. She looked fucking stunning.
For the briefest of moments, I couldn’t believe my eyes.
Is that really her? I thought. Am I seeing shit?
I knew it was, but I had to do a double take. Kylie stood right beside her. There was no denying those cold, hard facts.
Jenny wore a short, ruby red dress, her straightened brown hair pinned up elegantly. She has highlights that make her caramel skin look like it’s glowing. I could see her legs—silky and smooth. Clear and long, just like I remembered.