Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81581 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81581 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
White-hot anger surges through me and it takes everything in me not to slam my fist on the table. I hate this fuck, whoever he is. I’ll find him. Until then, I’ll find out what I can about him from her.
“You’re safe now,” I assure her. I fucking dare him to even look at her.
She snorts and her tone is cold. “I will never be safe.”
I’m about to drill her with more questions, but the server brings us a giant sizzling plate of chicken and steak fajitas to share. The rest of lunch is light and easy as we share not only food but also laughs.
Once lunch is over, and we’re walking back to the car, she lets me hold her hand again. I know I told her we’d be friends but I can barely refrain from pushing her up against the closest wall, tearing a hole in her yoga pants, and fucking her until we offend everyone at the mall.
My cock likes this image because it thickens in my slacks. I swear all I do is get hard in her presence.
“I can’t believe the weekend is nearly over,” she groans once we’re back on the road. “My boss is a real prick.”
I smirk and shoot her a smoldering stare. “I bet you’ll find that once you get to know him, he’s not so bad.”
I don’t miss her smile before my attention is back on the road. She lets out a sigh and stares out the window. I like how serene she is right now. Most of the time, she’s wound up tight. But not now. Now, she’s relaxing and letting me look after her. As it should be.
“Do you want to change before we go to my house?”
She laughs. “Am I really coming over?”
“As if you have any choice in the matter. Once Gwen and Gray Maxwell hook their claws into you, you can’t get away,” I tease. “Friends aren’t really our thing so when we make one, we don’t like to let go.”
Her chuckle is sweet, but I can tell she likes the idea of being our friend. I like the idea of my cock deep inside her wet cunt better. Baby steps.
Once outside her ghetto building, she runs upstairs. While she’s gone, I pull up the Internet on my phone and start scouring the web for anything to do with Vaughn. Without a last name, I’m helpless. I’m still grumbling fifteen minutes later when Violet returns. Her brown hair is down and even the glum rain clouds can’t take away her shininess. The gold strands in her hair glisten and sparkle just like her. My gaze falls to the scoop neck of her dress. She wears a leather jacket over the jade-colored dress. Her black boots and tights complete the sexy look. Her eyes are darker with mascara and her pretty lips shimmer.
My cock aches for attention, but she’s stolen the show. I can’t look away from her. She pops open the door and laughs.
“Take a picture. It’ll last longer.”
Don’t mind if I do.
I’ll wait until you’re asleep and naked, though.
The girls chat on the sofa as the game drones on. My gaze is fixated on Violet as she chomps on some pretzels. Gwen came through and made enough food for an army. I’d be annoyed about her wasting so much food except that cooking is something that draws her out of her rooms. Those rooms are a chain keeping her from total freedom. When she cooks, she’s free for a little while.
My phone buzzes, jerking my attention from my woman.
Bull: That fumble was bullshit.
I barely register that the football game is on.
Me: I slept under her bed.
His response is immediate.
Bull: WTF. You have issues.
I snort and my eyes find Violet’s. She’s drawn her attention from my sister’s babbling to regard me curiously. I flash her a panty-melting grin that makes her throat flush red. When she turns back to Gwen, I reply to Bull.
Me: She’s so fucking beautiful. I’m going to make her mine soon.
Bull: Fuck.
I dart my eyes back over to her and my gaze lingers on her creamy thighs that are visible now that her dress has ridden up. I’m dying to taste her there—to taste her everywhere.
Bull: Maybe you should call Elisha. You’re losing touch here.
I grumble and tap out my response.
Me: Elisha is nothing compared to her. Nobody is.
Bull: Why can’t you just date her like a normal person? Is it necessary to stalk her?
Me: I’m trying. And until then, yes.
She stands and asks Gwen where the bathroom is. Gwen directs her, and I stare after my woman as she walks away. Her ass is round and fucking delectable in her dress.
Bull: You do realize if she ever finds out, you’re fucked. Like seriously fucked. Like you could lose your company and go to jail fucked.