Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
“No, but when David walked his whore out, he said you were still busy with your woman, and it looked to be an all-nighter.” He’s smart not to call her a whore—even if I mentally did—because I might shoot his ass.
I rub my hand over my face again. Last night most certainly was a marathon, and the weight of it is hitting me. “So what time did she leave?” I ask.
“I don’t know, since I’ve only just started. I’ll have to check with Ricardo. He was the last on duty.”
“I need to find her,” I state, more to myself than to him.
“What do you want us to do when we find her?” Ever the good soldier.
“No, I need to find her,” I emphasize.
“Yes, Sebastian.”
“Where’s my brother?” I ask, sliding on a pair of slacks.
“He stepped out to the casinos this morning.” Fucking asshole. He has to know where she came from and where I can find her, but I know damn well he’s going to be useless right now. He’s probably drunk or high.
“Call Ricardo.” Cesar dials him and puts it on speaker.
“Hey, Cesar. Is it time to go already?” Ricardo asks.
“No, the boss wants to know what happened to the girl he had here last night.”
“Oh. She cut out around four in the morning, hurried to the elevator, but that’s all I know.” He sounds distracted, but given that he worked all night, it’s understandable.
“Okay.” I wave my hand to my throat to end the call and he does.
I call my brother’s number, but it goes straight to voicemail. Given that he’s been partying all night it’s probably dead.
That was another wasted call, and it pisses me off how useless he is. With my temper getting worse, I need to dismiss Cesar before I lose it. “I need to finish packing. See what you can find out from the staff at the bar. Be discreet. I’m going to call Martín. I want to have a talk with him and see if I can smooth things over before I leave.” He nods and then walks out.
I lock my door and then pull her panties out. I bring them to my face, breathing in the last hints of her scent which sadly is fading off the material. My dick jerks to life, and I’m tempted to whip out my cock and nut all over them like a lunatic, yet I hold back.
Fuck, I’m going insane. I should just forget about her, but I know I can’t. I screwed her all night without an ounce of protection between us, intentionally because she belonged to me from the second my eyes landed on her. She might not understand it, but she will.
Remembering my obligations, I call Martín, who picks up on the last ring. “Hold on, preciosa,” I hear him say away from the phone. “Diaz, I was wondering if you were alive.”
Violence fills my soul, and I’m ready to strike at the threat in his words. “What the fuck does that mean?”
“Those whores you had last night...”
I cut him off. “Watch your fucking mouth.”
“Oh, so it’s like that?” He chuckles like it’s hilarious that I’ve lost my soul to a prostitute. Son of a bitch, that word disgusts me, but it’s the damn truth.
“I don’t know what the fuck it’s like, but what are you talking about?” I bite off, fighting my own desire for Candy.
“Meet me back upstairs and I’ll explain. Don’t come up with that asshole brother of yours again or I’ll fucking kill him. Understood?”
“Why should I trust you?”
“Because I don’t have anything against you, Diaz. Your brother, I hate. There is no doubt in my mind that if I could bury him, I would. You, I have no fight with, but you’re going to want to see what I have to show you.”
“I’m on my way. No fucking games.”
“I promise you no games, just some food because I’m sure your ass needs it soon. I don’t need anyone dying on my property. That’s a business killer, and I have a family and reputation to think about.”
“What?” I question.
“Just get up here,” he repeats, sounding exasperated.
I make to leave the suite, stopping in the living room area. Cesar stand up from the sofa and I say, “Make sure we didn’t leave shit lying around. I’m going to meet with Martín.”
“You don’t want me to come up with you?” He fixes his dress shirt, and then grabs his suit jacket off the back of the sofa.
I shake my head lightly while fixing my cuffs. “Nah, I’m sure the bastard is on the level.”
“If you say so, Sebastian. I’ll take everything down to the vehicles. Call me when you’re ready and I’ll be waiting.”
“I can always count you, my good man.” I clap his shoulder before leaving the suite.
When I reach the presidential suite a few minutes later, I knock on the door and it opens with a greeting from one of his overgrown goons who make me look small, “Please come in.” This time, his men didn’t bother to search me on the way up or after I walk through the door. It catches me by surprise, but I suppose they have everything on lockdown here that there’s no need for concern.