Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
“Be good, Bandit. Don’t be like your master, letting his dick ruin his life.”
“Ruff!”
I knelt down and scratched between his ears. “Wish me luck. If I don’t come back by morning, it will be because Bianca George kicked me in the nuts so hard I had to be hospitalized.”
Outside, my driver was leaning against the black Town Car, waiting for me. “Where to, Mr. Truitt?”
“The Library Hotel, Sam.”
From the car, I looked up toward the lights of my penthouse, wondering what things would be like for me the next time I returned home.
When Sam dropped me off at the funky, book-themed hotel Bianca had chosen in Midtown, I’d decided I would keep a low profile and try to observe her before she saw me.
We hadn’t texted aside from my one response to her message, when Jay agreed to meet her at the allotted time. I was trying to minimize communication with her as Jay because, well, he was supposed to be dead.
Hiding behind a pillar, I finally spotted her. My heart nearly stopped. Bianca was sitting on a chair in the lobby with her legs crossed, wearing a black strapless dress that pushed her tits up into two mounds of creamy flesh I wanted to devour. The brightest shade of red coated her gorgeous lips. She’d stuck a matching, red silk flower barrette onto the side of her dark hair. She looked absolutely stunning, more beautiful than I’d ever seen her.
Something else caught my attention. For someone who’d brazenly requested that two different men meet her at this hotel for sex, Bianca looked awfully tense. She seemed to be breathing in and out heavily and was checking her watch every ten seconds. Something wasn’t right.
I had no words, no clue what I was going to say or do. The only course of action was to wing it and then figure out how to handle the rest minute by minute. Was I Jay or was I about to come out to her as Dex? Who the fuck knows.
Walking slowly toward her with my hands in my pockets, I said a prayer that this didn’t turn out as ugly as I fully expected it to.
When she noticed me, she stood up, brushing off her dress. “Hi.”
“Hello, Bianca.”
She nodded once. “Jay.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat. The name had rolled off her tongue almost bitterly. Her body language was uninviting, and so, I opted not to lean in for a kiss.
Clearing my throat, I said, “I have to admit. I was really taken aback by your invitation.”
“Well, it’s about time you knew everything about me, Jay.”
I thought I did.
Staring at her luscious lips, I suddenly felt possessive—angry. “A fucking threesome, Bianca? How did we get here? Explain why it is you feel you need more than one man to satisfy you at once? A real man should be able to do that all on his own.”
“You want to know the truth?”
Ironic, but yes. “I do.”
“Each of you has separate qualities that appeal to me.”
“Explain.”
“See…he has the most amazing brain. He’s smart, ambitious, and powerful. And yet, there’s a soft side that’s humane, to the point where he makes me want to be a better person. He also expresses interest in me, not just physically, but in everything about me.”
I swallowed. “And me?”
“You’re mysterious. And I’m extremely physically attracted to you. But lately, I think about him when I’m with you. So, I thought…what better way to satisfy all of my needs than to invite you both here tonight.”
My pulse raced. “I can’t believe you’d want to cheapen what we have by bringing someone else into the equation. As if I could sit back and passively watch as another man’s dick was moving in and out of you.”
“Did you come here to interrogate me…to judge me?”
“I kind of want to know what the hell you’re thinking, yeah. I thought I had you pegged, and this really threw me for a loop. How could you ever think I’d be willing to share you?”
She took two steps forward and spoke into my face. “If the best parts of the two of you were rolled into one man, we wouldn’t have this problem.”
Fuck. Me.
I couldn’t hold it in a second longer. It was time.
“Bianca, there’s something you need to—”
“Let me ask you something, Jay. How did you know the friend I was meeting here with you was a man anyway?”
“Your text.”
“No. I never mentioned the gender of my friend. Ever.” Her eyes had daggers in them.
Fuck. While I’d figured it out based on her text to Jay, she never did say the third party was a male. I’d been so messed up about this, I’d forgotten that she never actually specified.
It had finally happened. I’d fucked up.
“You slipped, Dex.”
Dex?
Did she just say my name, or have I finally lost my mind enough to start hearing things?