Total pages in book: 266
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
“I want to see your notebook.” She lifts her eyes to meet mine. “The one I gave you to log your sleeping hours.”
Reaching up, I grab either end of the towel that’s draped over my shoulders and just stare at her.
She sighs. “Haidyn—”
“It’s blank.” No reason to lie.
She slams her pen onto her notebook and lets out a frustrated sigh. She’s usually good at holding back her annoyance, but I like this side of her. She’s unprepared. Does it have to do with me or the situation she was in last night? “Where have you been, Haidyn?”
Her question surprises me. She’s never so bold. Why does she all of a sudden have confidence? What has changed that she thinks she has the upper hand? Maybe she’s desperate for something. The question is, what the fuck is it?
Blue eyes meet mine, and she sits back on the couch. “Why are we here?” She looks around aimlessly, taking in my house before glaring back at me. “Where is here?”
“You tell me,” I counter, and her small body stiffens.
“Well…” She licks her painted nude lips. “You sent me this address after you left me the voicemail…I’m guessing this is your place. But why let me see it? Why not meet at Carnage as usual?”
Why would she mention that I gave her my address when she was already here yesterday? She’s trying to convince me that she had no clue I was here.
I sit in the chair opposite her and cross my arms over my chest, meeting her stare. She should know by now that I won’t tell her anything I don’t want her to know.
“I went to Carnage a couple of days ago for our scheduled meeting, and Saint said you’ve been MIA. Does this have to do with his wife?”
I stiffen but say nothing.
Her pretty nude lips pull into a smirk, thinking she’s onto something. What in the fuck is Saint doing speaking to Charlotte? What did he tell her? And how does she know Ashtyn is his wife? I can’t see Saint letting that happen unless it was by accident.
I won’t ask those questions. No. I’ll let Charlotte dig her own grave. She’ll keep talking as long as I stay silent. She’ll think she’s onto something and ramble on, telling me everything that I want to know.
Her eyes drop to the coffee table and look over the empty glasses, pack of cigarettes, and my cell. I cleaned up the photos but didn’t bother with the rest. “They all seem very concerned about your sudden disappearance.” She looks up at me again and tilts her head to the side. “Are you on an assignment for the Lords? No.” She answers her own question. Reaching up with her right hand, she plays with a dark piece of hair, twirling it around her finger. Usually, her hair is up in a low bun. I’ve never seen it down before, and it’s longer than I expected. The big curls fall down over her chest. It looks so soft, and my hands itch to wrap my fists in it while I fuck her pretty face to shut her the fuck up. “The Spade brothers don’t do assignments,” she adds, still talking to herself.
“I’ll tell you what.” I can’t help myself. “You tell me why you were sitting outside my house yesterday, and I’ll tell you why I’m here.”
The smirk on her face falls, and her lips part on a deep breath. Her pretty Barbie doll face pales, and I swear the marks on her cheek darken—becoming more prominent than when she first arrived.
I place my elbows on my knees, leaning forward, my hands grabbing the towel wrapped around my neck. “Only a select few know I live here, and that doesn’t include Saint, Kash, or Ashtyn. So how did you know, Charlotte?”
Wide blue eyes fixate on mine as she tries to come up with a lie. Saint and Kashton don’t know I bought this house four years ago. I did it to help out Adam. I have stayed here on and off but never for more than one night at a time. Until now.
Getting to my feet, I swear her breathing picks up as I walk around the coffee table and come to a stop before her. I reach out and run my hand through her soft curls, unable to stop myself. It feels better than I imagined. “You know more than you should, Charlotte. The question is what are you going to force me to do to you to get the truth?”
She remains silent, eyes staring at me while her heavy breathing fills the large room. I sit down on the edge of the coffee table to get eye level with her. I smile as panic covers her pretty features. “I would prefer to fuck you, not have to kill you.”