Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 71632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
“I know you’re right,” I tell her, standing and walking into my kitchen, grabbing a bottle of vodka and pouring us both a glass, “but I can’t help the way I feel. Don’t get me wrong, I despise the pain he caused me, and I was angry enough to do what I did, but that anger, right now, is just hurt. And it does hurt, Chan. It fucking kills. I see it every time I close my eyes, and I can’t fucking escape it.”
Her face softens, and she takes the glass of vodka. “I know, hon. I know how much it must hurt, and that sucks. I just don’t want to see you waste another second of your life on that scumbag when you deserve so much better.”
“I’ll do this, but I never said I was going to take him back.”
She raises her brows. “If he came running back right now, I’m scared you would.”
The worst part about that? She could be right.
I’m still not one hundred percent confident I wouldn’t take him back.
And I hate myself for that.
Dammit.
I really do.
~*~*~*~
SASKIA
“Oh. My. Lord.”
Chantelle’s hands press over her mouth as she stares at the four men who climb out of the massive black truck that just pulled up in my drive. The men are helping me move a few of my things over to Mason’s house today for my month’s trial. It isn’t much, one load, but my car is tiny, and it’ll take me all day to go back and forth with clothes, and shoes, and other things. So, they’re helping.
I don’t know why they needed four people to help; it would have only taken one. I’m not complaining, though. Hell, seeing four bikers moving my stuff around is perfectly fine by me. I had a rough night last night, and I didn’t sleep. I’m looking forward to working and taking my mind off of everything. I told my boss I was leaving and, strangely, he didn’t seem to mind.
Here I thought he loved me.
“Shhh.” I grin, jabbing Chantelle in the ribs. “Calm yourself.”
“I had an image in my head, but my lord, I didn’t expect them to look like that. I don’t know how I’m going to keep it together.”
“They’re all taken, I think. Well, except Mason.”
“Which one is Mason?” She leans toward the window, and we watch the four bikers stride up the front path.
“Hot one, long hair.”
“Oh. Fuck. You’re living with him? With that god-like creature? Imagine busting him coming out of the shower? Gosh. My vagina aches already.”
I snort and shove her again. “Come on, let me introduce you. And calm yourself. We’re cool kids, yeah?”
She rolls her eyes and we walk out of my bedroom and to the front door where I give her one more look and then open it. We’re faced with four incredibly gorgeous bikers, all dressed in leather, all smirking at us. All except Mason. His eyes, gosh, I’ve seen so many eyes but his are almost vacant, and that’s a little scary. It’s scary to know something in life can cause someone to shut off like that, to just block out everything they feel.
I wonder how he’ll feel living with me.
Will he find it difficult?
“How’s it goin’, darlin’?” Malakai drawls.
I grin. “It’s going pretty good, now you showed up with the hot brigade. Boys, this is my friend Chantelle. She’s practically peeing her pants over your hotness, but I promise she’ll be on her best behavior. Chan, this is Malakai, Maverick, Koda, and Mason.”
She squeaks and steps forward. “I’m so excited! This is awesome! Bikers!”
Her voice comes out as a chirp, and her cheeks are flushed.
I laugh.
All the men introduce themselves to her, and her eyes linger on Mason. I can’t say I blame her. Standing there, rugged as hell in his faded blue jeans, dark black tee, and leather jacket is bound to make any woman weak at the knees. Hell, I’m struggling to make eye contact with him. I need to get my shit together or I’ll find myself losing my wit around him.
“I don’t have much,” I say, leading the four men into my bedroom. “Just all those bags.”
I stare at the bags; there are about ten of them in total. I packed pretty much anything I could get my hands on so my room felt more at home. I’ve seen the room Mason is putting me in, and it looks fit for a freaking princess with its massive king bed, separate bathroom and toilet, and furniture that I couldn’t afford even if I sold my damned body for ten years.
I need some comfort.
“Not much?” Koda says, looking at it all.
“Well, now that you point it out, I may have gotten a little over excited. But I like to be comfortable, you know?”
Koda glances at me then grins. “Yeah.”