Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 66859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Then, he hooks one finger around my little one.
My heart races.
I don’t know if he’s asleep, or if he knows what he’s doing.
Either way it’s nice.
Really damned nice.
4
“Wake up.”
Beckett is shaking me, angrily trying to stir me from a really good sleep. I groan and press my hands to my head; it is pounding and my god, it’s going to be a long day.
“What?” I groan, trying to focus so I can see the man leaning over me, hands on my shoulders, trying to rouse me.
“Go into my bathroom. Now. Hurry up.”
What?
I shake my head, confused. “What?”
“Now, Poppy. Do not fuckin’ come out until I tell you. I swear to god, if you want me to be nicer to you, you’ll do what I’m askin’.”
“Okay, okay,” I groan, getting out of bed and walking into the bathroom that connects to his room.
He looks somewhat frantic as he straightens out my side of the bed, picks up my clothes and tosses them into the bathroom where I’m standing, half asleep, staring at him in confusion.
“Not a fuckin’ sound.”
He shuts the door, and I hear him walk out of the room.
I mean, he doesn’t honestly think I’m going to stand here and not go and see what’s got him in such a tizzy, does he?
Poor guy.
I walk out of the bathroom and out of his closed bedroom. I can hear voices in the kitchen, so I very quietly sneak down the stairs. I pray the entire time they don’t creak, because I’m fairly certain Beckett could, and would, kill me if he could. I stop when I can hear the voices clearly and listen.
“Been tryin’ to get hold of you for a fuckin’ week, Becky,” Beckett growls.
Becky.
Beckett.
Original.
You couldn’t do it if you tried.
“I know, but I haven’t been able to answer the phone,” Becky says, her voice all soft and sing-song like.
I need to get a look at this Becky.
I creep down further and peer around the corner to see Beckett standing in the kitchen next to a drop dead gorgeous woman. But she’s like ... upper class. The kind of woman who is dripping in money and living the high life. She’s tall, wearing a pair of heels that I couldn’t afford even if I sold my body for sex.
Her clean, pressed skirt and blouse is so pretty and so well put together I just know it would have been incredibly expensive. She’s got perfectly styled blond hair, sitting on her shoulders, streaked by a professional. Her nails are done, a soft pink, and she’s got jewelry on just about every damned limb. She’s got a face full of perfect make up.
She’s gorgeous.
She looks like she could be a lawyer, or a doctor, or a principal.
She certainly doesn’t look like she belongs with a man like Beckett.
“What the fuck do you want from me, Becky? I’m tryin’ to move on. Tryin’ to start over and you keep playin’ games with me. Back and forth. I accept it’s over and go find another woman and ...”
“You’ve been with another woman?” she breathes, her voice so pretty it makes me want to go over there and hug her.
“No, I fuckin’ haven’t. I went on a date. Tried. Been tryin’.”
“I’m sorry. I know this is hard. I just ...”
“You can’t leave your fuckin’ husband because he’s rich and gives you the life you want.”
Boom.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
I knew it.
Beckett is fucking a married woman.
An expensive married woman.
I bite my lip and keep watching.
“He doesn’t make me happy, you do. I wish you’d believe that,” Becky says, reaching for Beckett.
“I don’t fuckin’ believe it because you keep me on a god damned string and you know it’s killin’ me.”
“I love you, Beckett. I do.”
“But you can’t be seen with a biker,” he growls.
She hangs her head. “It’s so hard. So complicated. You’re all I think about. All I want to do is be with you. But you know it’s not that easy.”
“I’m not waitin’ around forever,” Beckett tells her, arms crossed.
“Just give me a little longer,” Becky pleads. “A little longer. I am working it out, I will be with you, Beckett.”
Ugh. Liar.
She’d never fit in the club life.
She probably just likes how Beckett fucks her.
Beckett exhales, his eyes scanning her face.
I actually feel a little sorry for him.
“You know I want you,” he murmurs. “A little longer, but that’s it.”
She exhales and steps forward, and the two of them fall into a hell of a kiss. I look away until I hear them talking again.
“I said I’m going away for work this week, I’ll come and stay a few nights. I’ve missed you.”
“Yeah,” Beckett murmurs.
I turn and carefully sneak back up the stairs, feeling like they’re about to finish their little conversation. I go back to my spot in the bathroom and sit on the edge of the tub, waiting for Beckett to return.