Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 81810 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81810 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
He looked down at his hands, still stained with my hair, and his face clouded with terrible dark things, then, with gallant grace, he arched his wrists and sliced his fingers free from my clinging strands.
Once the final length tumbled from him, returning to me and breaking us apart, he rolled his shoulders, readjusted his impressive erection, then stalked around me to disappear down the pathway and into the night.
Chapter Twenty-Two
TO: 89082@GMAIL.COM
From: S.Sinclair@goddessisles.com
Subject: An alternative
Hello,
The recent employee you sent is not suitable. Please send the exact opposite...so I can stop making such a goddamn fool out of myself—
Nope.
I punched the delete button over and over until all that remained was a blank message.
I couldn’t even send a fucking email without my lust making me sound like a pussy. I doubted the traffickers would appreciate or sympathize that the girl they’d sent me filled the brief I’d given them far too well, and I’d been in a state of permanent insanity ever since.
They’d just tell me to fuck her and get it out of my system.
Simple.
It’s not fucking simple.
No matter my fucked-up decisions, I wouldn’t break my rules.
For anyone.
I didn’t do weak, and I didn’t do dangerous. And I wasn’t such an egotistical maniac to know where Eleanor Grace was concerned…she was dangerous. I wasn’t on the market for a goddess who had the power to make me forget about work, science, and all the other balls I juggled in my day-to-day life. I didn’t want the mess of the aftermath.
All I wanted was a fuck toy to help relieve some stress.
TO: 89082@gmail.com
From: S.Sinclair@goddessisles.com
Subject: New Addition
Hello,
If your recruitment agency becomes aware of a short, blonde, preferably foreign employee who doesn’t speak much English, and confirm that she is amiable, submissive to authority, and a diligent worker, please advise at your earliest convenience.
The other girl you sent is straight from Hades, and I’m probably going to have to kill her because she’s the first to make me—
Delete.
Delete.
Delete.
Sighing hard, I left the email short and to the point. The exact opposite of Jinx would be a frumpy blonde who kept her eyes cast on the floor, her temper non-existent, her obedience in check, and her attractiveness not hardwired to affect me.
Whatever fate Eleanor had found upon my shores was my own affair, not the men who’d sourced her. I didn’t like the thought of killing her just because I had a visceral reaction. I wasn’t cruel without cause—even though humans had no such qualms with slaughterhouses. The methods of death and dismemberment used behind closed doors made me seem like a prince of philanthropy. Therefore, I had to decide if I was going to be a monster or magnanimous.
Eleanor was in sound health. Her value topped any of my current stock. She had plenty of years of servitude in her young body, and it would be a waste to destroy her, all because I couldn’t keep my dick in my pants.
So…starting today, I would behave myself.
Starting today, Eleanor fucking Grace would never ask me ‘why her’ again. Instead, she’d be asking why she suddenly meant nothing.
Nothing more than a girl purchased by ill-gotten gains.
A goddess who deserved a safe home, a merciful master, and firm guidelines to keep her world from colliding with mine.
Chapter Twenty-Three
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.
I stretched in annoyance where I lay beneath the sun sail on the deck outside my villa. I’d spent a leisurely morning hiding from giggly goddesses and tormenting assholes, doing my best to once again plot a way free.
I’d commandeered the stationery provided in the bedside drawer and sketched a map of the island from memory. So far, I’d found the central hub where the restaurant and main facilities lived—also the place to avoid, thanks to its welcoming nature for guests to mingle and Sully to reign like a tyrant.
I’d set out at dawn this morning and jogged down the remaining sandy paths, finding forks leading to more accommodation, dead-ends into the jungle, lanes to the beach, and a few tracks leading deeper into the island.
I had no interest in going into the heart of this prison. My freedom wouldn’t be found there…it would be found out here.
I looked up at the bright horizon.
Home called to me past the watery cage and miles of twinkling sea.
The knock came again, wrenching a reluctant groan and swinging my legs off the lounger where I’d sprawled. The black bikini I wore winked beneath the open-style kimono. The lacy ivory material dappled my skin with sun patterns, browning a stencil onto my flesh the longer I stayed outside.
The knock rapped again, this time with impatience.
The urge to ignore whoever it was kept my body heavy and locked on the lounger, but the knowledge that ignoring the summons would just bring possible pain ushered me up.
This wasn’t the real world where I had a choice. I couldn’t keep hiding behind a locked door because the lock belonged to someone who had a key.