Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 113639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 568(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 568(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
“Yeah, I got it. I hope she forgives me. She’s so great.” He sighs and I can almost see his sad face.
“Just don’t go into my room without her permission. I’m counting on you to take care of my girl.”
Axel snorts, and I flip him off. “Don’t forget, Dewey, I want her phone on at all times.” I push end and flick my cigarette at the dumpster.
“Let’s do this.”
EVE
He didn’t come home last night. I shouldn’t care, but I do.
“Asshole.”
Dewey woke me fifteen minutes ago and now I’m pacing. Nothing like opening your eyes to an unfamiliar face and having a phone shoved at you.
A small knock jerks my eyes to the door. “Unbelievable.”
“Um… Eve? Blade wanted me to—”
I rip the door open and Dewey jumps back, his hand instinctively protecting his wound.
“Why are you here? I thought I took care of you.”
His eyes are bugging out of his head. His dark hair is buzzed and he looks young—my age. Blade said he was slow. That might work to my advantage.
“Umm…” He looks at his boots as I roll my eyes. “Blade, that is Prez, is gone.” He licks his lips.
“No shit.”
He winces, and I feel a pang of guilt. It’s as though I’ve kicked a puppy.
I take a breath and twist my long hair on top of my head securing it with a rubber band.
“He told me to tell you to turn on your phone.”
I snort in disgust. “I’m shutting the door. You tell your Prez, if he wants to talk to me he can come home. Otherwise I’m busy.”
“Wait.” He puts his hand out. “I have something else to tell you and you’re making me forget it. You talk too fast.” He stares down at his feet again.
“God.” I look up at the ceiling. “I’m such a bitch,” I mumble then hold my hands out in a calming gesture. “Take your time, Dewey. What else did Blade want me to know?” This poor guy is a bit slow.
“Oh.” His face lights up. “He said he will be back in a couple days and I am supposed to watch over you.” He’s so proud I almost smile.
“I don’t understand.” I lean on the door and Dewey’s eyes follow my every move. “Why do I need you to watch me?”
“Because you are the Prez’s girl and he must think I’m the most trustworthy.”
This time I do laugh. “Wow, I feel so special.” He cocks his head confused again.
“Never mind. You got a car, Dewey?”
“No.”
Shit, I was hoping to get some more supplies. Maybe have him stop by the carnival to see what’s going on and if my dad has been taken care of.
“I have a Harley.” He smiles. He’s not ugly if you don’t notice the faraway look in his eyes.
“Even better. Listen, I’m going to get ready and I need you to help me run some errands.”
I shut the door on his surprised face. I’m in and out of the shower, makeup on, and in a new pair of black jeans and a tight charcoal T-shirt in under fifteen minutes.
I swing open the door with my brightest smile and stop when I’m greeted by Edge not Dewey. My bag slides to the floor.
“Where’s Dewey?”
“What are you doing?” His penetrating blue eyes make me feel guilty.
“I’m going shopping.” I arch my eyebrows at him.
“No, you’re not.” He crosses his arms and suddenly I see why Dolly was with this guy. With his auburn hair and his huge arms tatted up, the guy is hot.
“Why? What am I supposed to do?”
He sighs. “Hold on.” I watch as he pulls out his phone. I turn toward the window watching two guys clean the pool.
“She wants to go shopping again. She wants Dewey to take her on his bike.”
I look over at him and shoot him a glare. Uh-huh… I’ll tell her.” He hangs up.
“Turn on your phone if you ever want to leave this room.” He points at my phone on the dresser and walks out.
“Jesus, is everyone an ass?” I mumble as I power up my new phone. It starts ringing immediately. I almost don’t answer but the only person I’m hurting is myself.
“Hello.”
“Angel.” I shiver as his gravelly voice seeps into my skin. And just like that he makes me forget that he didn’t come home last night. That I never thought I would want sex and yet all I’ve been thinking about is how good he made me feel.
“Yes,” I breathe out.
“You are not allowed to go on anyone’s bike but mine,” he says, his voice a low rumble. “If you can’t follow the simple rules, Eve, I will have you locked in and you’ll stay there until I come home.”
That snaps me out of his sexiness. “Well, what exactly do you want me to do? I’m not used to not working. Also, I need to make sure my father is okay.” I hear him inhale on a cigarette.