Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 143453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 717(@200wpm)___ 574(@250wpm)___ 478(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 143453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 717(@200wpm)___ 574(@250wpm)___ 478(@300wpm)
I’m not sure where this obsession with her will lead, but I’m committed to seeing it through until the very end.
Especially after the semifinals fight last night.
I was thinking of ways to chain her to me, but she went ahead and got on her knees for me. To Remi’s horror, I’ve never been interested in getting head before, but the moment Annika put my cock in her mouth, I turned into an animal who’s solely driven by primal instinct. And when she let me face-fuck her and swallowed my cum, my beast soared to the surface.
Landon circles me slowly, taking his time with the act. “I thought you were no longer interested in pain, but it seems you’ve found a permanent purging outlet. As I thought, Annika Volkov is the reason you’ve been absent from our bonding time. Is that interesting or what?”
“Erase whatever you’re thinking.”
“Oh? This is way worse than I could’ve anticipated.” He taps his lips with a forefinger. “Take my advice. Stay away from her and her brother and her whole fucked-up entourage. It’ll only screw you up.”
If he thinks that whatever the Heathens do would scare me away, he has no clue what lengths I would go to keep what’s mine.
“Want to go to the club? Vary your tastes?”
I shake my head. The thought of touching anyone but her makes me physically ill.
He shrugs, heads to the door, then stops and speaks over his shoulder, “Still don’t want to join the Elites?”
“No.”
“One of these days, you’ll change your mind. Oh, and you might want to check your phone.”
Then he’s out.
I lie back on the bed and retrieve my phone.
Usually, I do that only to find out if Annika has sent me any texts. She’s the type who likes to take pictures of all the little things she encounters in her daily life and send them over with ‘Isn’t this so cute?’ or ‘I wish I could take this home with me.’
They’re typically cats or dogs or any small creature.
So imagine my surprise when I find no text from her in the past…two hours.
Now, that’s rare.
Normally, she’d be demanding a date or she’d lure me in for a conversation.
Not tonight.
I scroll to the group chat that Remi insists I stay part of. I mute them whenever they start blowing up my phone with notifications.
Remington: Who wants to partyyy?
Eli: Don’t throw it in the house and you can do whatever you want.
Remington: But why? I have privileges in the house.
Eli: Not unless you want to put your balls in jeopardy.
Remington: Bloody hell, mate, no threatening the family jewels. I have a title that I need to keep alive.
Landon: You can always go to a club.
Remington: Be right back. Let me go get my spawn.
Brandon: Creighton’s sleeping.
Remington: Never stopped me before.
Brandon: Don’t wake him up. If you need someone to go with you, I will.
Remington: Awe, I just got tears in my eyes. I knew you were my favorite, Bran.
Remington: Don’t tell Cray Cray.
Landon: @Creighton King
Remington: I’m going to fucking kill you.
What the hell did Landon want me to see? Remi being a clown? Or the fact that he’s out to shag and has successfully dragged Bran along as a sidekick?
A notification appears at the top.
Landon: Forgot you’re a hermit.
Attached is a screenshot from Remington’s Instagram.
He’s posted a selfie where Ava, Cecily, and Annika are standing between him and Bran. And he has an arm around Annika’s shoulders as they smile brightly.
My favorite party people. Join us?
My fingers clench around the phone and wildfire spreads across my chest as I continue to look at her. And Remi’s arm around her bare shoulders, since she’s wearing a strapless dress.
So this is the reason she didn’t text me. Apparently, being busy partying is able to wipe her memories.
I text her.
Creighton: Where are you?
No reply comes in…five minutes. Which I spend pacing the length of the room.
When her name pops up on my screen, I lean against the wall.
Annika: Um, hi.
Annika: I mean hiiii.
Annika: Hi :)
Annika: That’s what people say before asking questions. Hi :)
Creighton: Are you drunk, Annika?
Annika: Nah, nope. No.
Creighton: Are you sure?
Annika: Uh-huh. Though I did have a drink.
Creighton: Only one?
Annika: Maybe two. I like drinking. I’m gonna ask him to bring me another.
Creighton: Who’s him?
Annika: My favorite drinking buddy, of course.
Creighton: Name.
Annika: You guess :)
Creighton: Remi or Bran?
Annika: Maybe both. Maybe it’s someone different.
My grip tightens on the phone and it takes all my control not to throw it against the wall.
Creighton: Where are you?
Annika: No, nope. I’m not telling you so you can come and spoil my fun. You prefer sleep anyway. Nightyyy.
I send her a few more texts, but she doesn’t even read them.
The little fucking—
I spring up, throw on a hoodie, and text Landon.
Creighton: Address.
Landon: That was fast. Can I bring popcorn and come watch?
Creighton: Address.