Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
I reached for her and sat her up. “Cariño, you have to take these.”
She half-opened her beautiful eyes and smiled at me. “I really love it… when yoooouuu… call me that… it sounds sooooo sexy… it makessss me all hot and wet… you’re the only man that’sss ever been able to do that…” her head bobbed, struggling to remain upright.
“Lexi—”
“I know… you’re going to be alls… yoooouuu… but you’re not a bad man… mmm hmm… I know yous…” She nodded. “More than you… know you. One day you’re going to… loovvveee me… because… I already think… I’m falling with you... In yous. In love.” Her head stopped moving, and she looked me dead in the eyes for a split second.
I swallowed hard.
She sluggishly smiled. “Night… night… Mr. Martinez.” She laid back, shutting her eyes, and was out within seconds.
I stayed with her for a few minutes, brushing her hair away from her face. Caressing her cheek, taking in all her dainty features. She was so breathtakingly beautiful.
I was fucked.
I sat back in the armchair and rubbed my temples in an effort to calm my migraine to no avail. I watched her sleep like I had every night for the past six months, taking in each and every word she drunkenly just shared with me. Knowing in the back of my mind.
She. Was. Right.
“Oh God,” I groaned in pain, immediately grabbing the pillow, wrapping it around my pounding head. Trying to remember what the hell happened last night.
“Splitting headache? You really shouldn’t be so careless with alcohol,” Martinez chimed in, sitting in his usual spot in the armchair near my bed.
“Mmmm…” I moaned as I rolled over to face him, blinking away the hangover haze. “Maybe you shouldn’t have been an asshole to your guest. Driving me to drink in the first place.”
“Oh, so it’s my fault you decided to drink double your weight in booze?” He stood, walking over to the window.
“I didn’t think I was drinking that much at the time. I don’t usually drink, and now I know why,” I retorted. Squeezing my eyes shut, praying to God to take it easy on me.
“You need to get dressed,” he simply stated, roughly pulling the curtains back. The bright sunlight beamed through the window, causing me to flinch in pain.
“What the hell, Martinez! A little warning please,” I roared, flipping over so I was face down on the bed.
He chuckled, “Close your eyes.”
“Asshole,” I whispered under my breath. “I’d ask you to leave the room, but you’ve already seen me naked,” I replied, feeling the sheets on my unclothed skin.
“And both times you were unconscious. Though, I will give you some credit. You didn’t throw up on me the first time. Lucky me. Don’t worry, sweetheart, I looked but I didn’t touch.”
I sank into the mattress, mortified. Ignoring his statement about looking. “I threw up on you?” Shaking my head, the embarrassment settling in. Making me flush all over.
“And yourself,” he added for good measure.
I couldn’t even look at him, all I wanted was to disappear. Fade into the comforter and pretend like I didn’t make an absolute ass of myself in front of him. In front of his men and thousands of club goers. I fucked up. All I wanted to do was forget about how he snapped last night. One minute he's throwing a man off of me, then we’re dancing and laughing, and the next he's pushing me away again. Acting like a complete fucking dick. I shouldn't have been surprised but it had been months since he treated me that way.
A little part of me thought I had finally broken through his icy demeanor, only realizing it was just another illusion in my delusional head. I had no intention to get wasted, and make a fool out of myself. Which was exactly what I accomplished. I only downed like three, maybe four…or was it five? I lost count.
They went down like water, one right after the other. I didn’t realize how strong the shots would be. I couldn’t remember anything after the last one went down. The rest of the night I spent blacked out.
I hope I didn’t say anything stupid…
I opened my mouth to say something, quickly shutting it, not knowing what to say. I heard him shuffling across the room, I peeked open one eye, thinking he had left so I could pass back out. Forget this ever happened.
I wasn’t so lucky.
“Here,” he coaxed from above me.
“Go away, Martinez. Let me bask in my humiliation for a little while longer.” I slowly flipped back over, peeling my eyes open one at a time. Barely able to make out his form, the light was so bright behind him. Rapidly blinking, cursing myself once again for being so careless, as he called it. He was holding a glass of ice water and some buttered toast. I sluggishly sat up, pulling the sheet with me as I leaned my bare back against the cold headboard, shuddering. Grabbing the water, I gulped it down. Welcoming the cool sensation it left in its wake.