Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
“What’s happened?” Rachel runs in, still naked, her face looking like she has two black eyes since she clearly passed out in her makeup.
“Where the fuck is Raven?” I roar.
She takes a step back. “How would I know?” Her words don’t matter; her eyes tell me everything I need to know. She can’t even try to pretend.
“Put some clothes on. I’m calling the police.”
“What? Why would you call the police?” Her eyes narrow and she plants her hands on her hips, completely ignorant to the fact that my security team has their Glocks drawn and is rushing in.
“Get the footage. Raven is gone. How the fuck did this happen?” I turn to look at Eddie and Michael as Iain bursts into the room.
“Mr. Powers, Raven left last night.” Eddie lowers his Glock.
My pulse is pounding out of my chest. “What? Why wasn’t I notified?” I swing around to look at them. “You’re fired. Get out.”
“Mr. Powers?” Iain holds up his hands and motions for his guys to leave the room.
Iain is my main man, but if he allowed Raven to leave me…
“Did you let her go?” I walk up to him.
“I did. She said that her mother had given her a new American Express Black Card and that both of you were… occupied at the time. Seeing as she’s an adult, and I was not instructed that she wasn’t allowed—”
“I never said she could leave,” I hiss as Rachel steps in between Iain and me.
“Jett, why do you care?” I look down at her. “I’m your fiancée, her mother, and if Raven wants to leave and go back to New York early, or go hang with people her own age, why would that be bad?”
I look at her, but I speak to Iain. “Get Larry to track Raven’s phone. Find her, and make sure she is safe.”
“I’ll get on it right now.” He moves toward the door.
Rachel peers at me cautiously.
“And Iain?” I finally look away from her and over at him. His brown eyes remain calm while he waits. “Please apologize to Eddie and Michael. I was taken by surprise. I thought something bad had happened to her. They still have their jobs.”
“I will let them know.” He leaves me with Rachel.
She licks her lips. “Do you have something you want to confess to me?”
“No,” I retort, needing to get the hell out of this room and away from her. I can’t believe she left. Yet, then again, I would have done the same thing if the roles were reversed.
“Jett. This is a good thing.” Rachel follows me into our room.
I stare out the window watching a minivan pull up. She wraps her arms around me, and I stay silent. Sam steps out of the van with his bag of magical things.
“Leave it alone, Rachel.” I step away.
“I saw you two,” she snaps.
“What did you say?”
“I saw you with her. I watched the way you kissed her, looked at her. You’re in love with her, and you don’t even know it.” My head is spinning. Maybe I’ve done some questionable things in my life, but is she actually telling me she watched me fuck Raven?
“You’re mistaken.” I need to get away from her.
“The great, mighty Jett Powers finally being brought down. How does it feel, my love?” She walks over to her purse and grabs her cigarettes.
“It meant nothing, Rachel, just sex.” I clear my voice and the doorbell rings. “That’s Sam.” I walk out of the room.
“Don’t worry, Jett. Eventually your pecker will work again.” She lights her cigarette as my nostrils flare in distaste.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot you dislike women who smoke. But since Emily is the only one getting me off right now…” She inhales as I leave her ranting and walk down the stairs.
“Sam’s in your office, and all the footage from last night is cued up on your computer,” Iain says while he types on his phone.
“Where is she?” I stop before I enter my office.
“Her phone is off, but the last spotting was at LAX. Do you want me to hire someone?” He straightens.
“Yes, and track all her credit cards,” I demand, entering my office. I lower myself into my chair, barely speaking to Sam. He knows what to do. I hold out my arm.
“Cocktail, or just B12?”
“Both.” I lean my head back, trying not to see her, but as soon as I close my eyes, she’s there, her puffy lips forming a smile, almost taking my breath away.
The small prick in my vein, and the cool liquid filling my system will calm me, fix all this irrational thinking.
I breathe in and out as the cobwebs fade, and I open my eyes.
She’s gone.
It’s what I wanted, right? And as twisted as Rachel is, she’s right. My cock will forget her.
And all will be calm and right. Work, friends, Rachel, I’ll go back to how it was before I saw her face, before I tasted her and my life orbited out of control.