Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 68814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
I exploded.
There was no other word for it.
One second I was in the current reality, and the next I was in the damn ether.
Colors and sparkles exploded behind my closed eyelids as my world became something bigger. Better. More intense.
My pussy spasmed, and distantly I heard him growl as I squeezed around him so tight that it felt like we were breaking apart.
Or I was.
Hell, I didn’t know.
What I did know was that I was now so intensely broken by whatever the hell Hannibal had just done to me that I would never be all right again.
I blinked open my eyes to see Hannibal’s gray eyes were staring directly into mine.
Had he already come?
I had that answered in the next moment when his breathing hitched, and without moving a freakin’ muscle inside of me, he came.
The cords of his neck strained, but ultimately he didn’t move until his cock had stopped jerking.
“Fuck, baby. Fuck,” he said after a few long moments.
I felt the same damn way.
Just…fuck.
• • •
It was now an hour later, and we were still lying in his bed, exhausted and replete, naked.
“I’m sorry, what?”
“I’m paying you half of what I made on Crew’s job.” He repeated his out of the blue statement.
I looked over at him with surprise. “It was literally a day.”
“It was a day of hard work, and you got it done when Crew couldn’t. And that was half the job, figuring out what was wrong,” he said.
I rolled my eyes. “You did way more work, and way harder work, than I did, Hannibal.”
Though the thought of being paid and having my own money…
“You’re getting paid,” he said. “You’ll accept it graciously.”
“I can’t take half your money for that job.” I was already shaking my head.
“How much do you have in your account right now?” he asked.
None.
Actually, I was fairly sure I was probably negative.
But I wasn’t telling him that.
Telling people about my personal business was embarrassing.
Mostly because when I told people what I told them, they automatically assumed that I was the one at fault for what happened.
Yet, they didn’t know the punishments that I had to go through at my father’s hands. They didn’t know that, day by day, I lost the will to live so slowly that I’d contemplated suicide. I’d picked out the way I was going to do it, when I was going to do it, and where.
The only thing that had stopped me from doing it had been walking in on my father hurting that girl, and my getting rid of the problem that kept me up at night.
I blew out a resigned breath, then said, “My father’s lawyer pays me as he sees fit.”
“Then it’s final,” he said all pompous like. “You’ll get paid by me. Because I’m not going to fuck you over like they do.”
I liked that he was insistent.
It made me push past my worry.
I scoffed. “I’ll accept it if you deduct the cost of the helmet out of what I owe you.”
He snorted. “Done.”
“Do you get paid well at all?” he asked. “Like, a living wage? You do a lot of work there.”
I laughed. “I get paid minimum wage.”
His eyes looked furious, but before he could start cursing or demanding that I quit, his phone rang.
He reluctantly pulled away, cursed when he saw who it was, then answered.
“Yo,” I heard a deep male voice, eerily similar to the one I’d just heard calling my name as a litany in my head earlier, say. “Where are you?”
Hannibal sighed. “I told you not to come.”
“Well, I didn’t listen,” he said. “We’re here.”
I felt my lips twitch at the way Hannibal looked so annoyed.
“Here as in, you expect to get into my hotel room here, or here as in you got to the hotel and you plan on getting your own?” he asked.
“Here as in here, at your hotel,” he said. “They have no rooms. What room are you in?”
I looked at Hannibal with a grin on my face.
“This place is too hovel-esque for you. You’ll probably die of bed bugs,” he futilely argued. “You and your bougie ass should just go back home.”
“Bougie.” Hancock laughed. “Seriously, I’ll just tell her that I forgot what room I’m in. We look the exact same, remember?”
Hannibal sighed. “Fine.”
He looked over at me, and I got up and walked to my hotel room and started gathering my things.
I heard him saying some more things, but then he was there, helping me gather my opened suitcase off the floor and taking it into his room.
When everything was out, he walked back over to his room just in time to hear the knock at the door.
“We can stay one more night,” I suggested. “You can show him around at the circus. I have some photos I wanted to show to Crew, anyway.”
CHAPTER 13