Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
Although, he did give up everything for her, too. I contemplated if that was the secret behind it all…
Did she want Sebastian, because he wasn’t tainted with VIP?
He was only hers; he’d never been with another VIP.
“Ummm…yeah, I guess,” she answered, taking me away from my thoughts.
Her voice was different and I knew it wasn’t from jealously… she loved Sebastian.
It was from caution.
She knew what it was like being a VIP. We made men fall in love with us, not because we wanted to.
But because we could.
I was the illusion.
I was the dream.
It was a game.
A game I wanted to play…
With Devon.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
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I danced on him all night and I could feel his hard cock the entire time. He wanted me… maybe even more than I wanted him. We exchanged goodbyes with Ysabelle and Sebastian and as they walked away, I looked over at Devon; backing away from him toward the direction of my condo.
“Aren’t you going to walk me home? I mean a girl like me could get into a lot of trouble on these streets.”
He chuckled. “For some reason I think you could hold your own.”
I smiled. “Walk me home anyway.”
He nodded, stepping toward me. I turned knowing he was following, and purposely swayed my ass even more.
He cleared his throat and I internally giggled.
“How far down do you live?” he asked.
“A couple blocks.”
“Don’t your feet hurt? I don’t understand how you can even walk in those heels. They look painful.”
I looked back at him, laughing. “Let me tell you a little secret… they’re called, “Fuck me heels” for a reason.” I kissed the air before looking back in front of me. He quickly caught up with me and we walked side-by-side for a few seconds.
“You don’t ever stop, do you?” His tone of voice definitely caught me off guard.
“Excuse me?”
“This act,” he explained, pointing back and forth between us.
“This act?” I repeated with raised eyebrows, looking over at him.
He caught my stare and we locked eyes. “Yeah. This act.”
I laughed so hard that my head fell back. “No wonder Ysabelle loves you. You really are a nice guy. Wow,” I breathed out. “I haven’t met a nice guy in a really long time, Devon. I didn’t even know you guys still existed.” And for some reason Landon’s face appeared in my mind and I swiftly brushed it away.
“You mean you don’t meet nice guys doing what you do?”
“Doing what I do? Oh, come on… Devon, I’m a big girl, you can say the word.”
“VIPing… you don’t meet nice guys VIPing?”
I inadvertently smiled. It was sweet that he wouldn’t call me what I truly was. It warmed my heart a little bit, but I quickly brushed that away, too.
I shook my head. “I do. However, it’s usually an act.”
“How do you know I’m not acting?” he responded, still looking at me.
I peeked up at him through my lashes. “Because you’re no good at it.”
He smirked and fuck did it look sexy on him. Devon was devastatingly handsome and I knew he had no problem getting pussy. His tan skin and chocolate brown eyes would make panties drop; he didn’t even have to open his mouth.
“You think you can read me that well, huh?”
I nodded. “I’d like to think so. I think Ysabelle told me you run a bar on South Beach… The Cove? Right?”
He nodded still grinning, but now it was from being amused.
“You work all the time and I know that because the bouncer didn’t recognize you. So, that tells me even though you could pull rank, you don’t. You’re a workaholic… but it works for you. It’s where you get pussy. It’s thrown at you constantly; you don’t even have to try.” I paused to let my words sink in. “Here’s your loophole, Mr. Hill, you let them stay the night. You probably even cuddle with them. Not because you might want to fuck in the middle of the night like most men would. It’s because you don’t want them to feel used, even though you probably won’t ever call them again. You come from a loving family, no father… You said you grew up with sisters and a mother. Which is why you’re such a nice guy. You never stood a chance… but…” I hesitated, not knowing if I wanted to say the rest. “You have secrets. The only reason I can tell, is from the way you’re looking at me right now. You’re terrified I can see them.” I raised an eyebrow. “So… how warm am I?”
He immediately looked away, not answering my question. Not wanting to look at me anymore. We continued to walk in silence for a while. I was beginning to think that I overstepped my boundaries, and pissed him off.
“You know, Bambi, I’m really good at reading people too,” he spoke; looking straight ahead, almost like it pained him to look at me.