Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 125140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
“How are things going with you and Mac?” Angela asks, interrupting my thoughts.
“Oh.” I hesitate before I answer. “Okay,” I reply flatly.
She raises her eyebrows. “Just okay?”
I shrug. “As okay as they can be, I suppose.”
She nods, deep in thought, and we stay silent for a while longer. My eyes flicker back to him inside the gym. He’s now doing chin ups on a high bar and I watch him go up and down with ease. His biceps and shoulders are huge and the veins run thickly down his inner forearms. My insides begin to melt at the sight of him. His sandy blonde hair hangs messily over his face, and his chiselled jaw has a five o’clock shadow covering it. He’s just so… what would it feel like to have him inside of me? My eyes drop to his behind and I get a visual of him on top of me where I’m holding that hot ass as he pumps me hard with that huge dick. Fuck. It would be so good. I bite my bottom lip to stop myself from smiling broadly. I’ve never seen a criminal with such straight, white teeth. He probably had braces, which implies he grew up with a little money behind his family.
“Do you know much about Mac?” I ask.
Angela frowns with her face to the sun and her eyes still closed. “I stalked him once on Facebook when we were on the mainland. He doesn’t have any social media.”
“Hmm.” I frown. “Does he have a girlfriend or wife?”
She shakes her head. “No, I don’t think so. The boys said not.”
I stay silent. The question I really want to ask is burning a hole in my tightly sealed lips.
Angela must be able to sense my apprehension in asking. “What?” She smirks.
“How often does he…” I pause. I can’t even say it out loud because it’s so gross. “Does he sleep with the girls on the ship?” I murmur.
Angela shrugs. “Not often.” She glances over at me. “I think it’s only a desperate times calling for desperate measures, kind of thing. He is only male, remember, and we are out here for a long time.”
“All of them?” I ask quietly.
She shrugs and grabs my hand in hers. “None of them for a long time.”
I frown. “How long is a long time?”
“I don’t know. A couple of months, I suppose. It’s only ever been really late at night when he is quite drunk and seems to get the hell out of there as soon as it is finished.”
“Yuck,” I whisper and put my head back on my chair in despair.
“I imagine he is one hot fuck.” She smirks.
I smile broadly. “Honestly?” I raise a brow in question.
She laughs and covers her face with her hands. “Oh God. Don’t tell me he’s a dud in bed and ruin the fantasy I have of him in my mind.”
“Can you keep a secret?” I ask. God knows why but I feel closer to Angela than I probably should. She has this honest quality about her and I really, really like it.
“You know I can,” she replies.
My eyes hold hers. “I wouldn’t know if he’s a hot fuck because we don’t have sex.”
Her face drops. “What?” she whispers. “I thought you two would be at it like rabbits.”
I shake my head in embarrassment. “No.”
She screws up his face. “So… he didn’t?”
I shake my head quickly. “No.”
“But you two are all over each other in the common room.”
“I know. It’s all for show so the other guys don’t try to take turns of me. Mac said if he staked his claim on me that they wouldn’t challenge him.”
“Fuck,” she whispers in shock. “It’s true, they wouldn’t dare.” She puts her hands over her mouth and shakes her head. “How in the hell do you make out with him the way you do and not go back to the room and fuck his brains out?”
I shrug. “I don’t know.”
She screws up her face. “Do you want to?”
I shrug. “It’s ridiculous.” I pause for a moment. Why am I telling her this?
“You can trust me,” she whispers.
“I’m disgusted that I am attracted to someone like him. Someone who kidnaps and kills people.”
Angela nods. “Hmm. He only kidnapped you because the others would have killed you on the spot. Kidnapping girls is not his style at all.”
I watch her for a moment. Can I believe what she says? “I just need to see the next couple of weeks out and get the hell out of here alive.”
“You will.” She replies quickly.
“Do you think they will let me go?” I ask.
“Mac has final say around here. What he says goes and if he has said you are safe then you are safe.”
I nod as I lie back and inhale the vitamin D.
“Why don’t you just…” she hesitates.