Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 57499 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57499 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
"I wouldn't even dignify that with an answer now I have to go, don't call me again."
I went to hang up the phone.
"That's not why I'm calling, I know you and the cop are nosing around in my case cut it out, this has nothing to do with you."
"You do know what I do for a living right...?
"I don't give a shit, I'm telling you and pretty boy to stay out of it. We've got it covered, we don't need a third rate small town cop and his piece of ass messing things up."
Had I been seriously going to marry this prick, and why the hell was I letting his venom get to me?
"Who's that?" Oh shit, I hadn't heard the shower turn off and now it was too late. Donovan was standing next to me wrapped in a towel drying his hair.
"I...." I didn't finish the sentence because he took the phone from me.
"Carter is that you, do me a favor, I don't know what you want and I don't care, don't call my woman again, whatever you need to say to her you can say it to me in the future we clear?"
He stopped to listen to whatever Dorian was saying on the other end.
"Not interested in your bullshit lies boy, just stay the fuck away from what's mine before I forget I wear a badge, that's your final warning." He hung up the phone and kept it. When he turned his eyes to me, I actually scooted back on the bed.
"Which part of stay the fuck away from him didn't you get?"
"Donovan, I didn't know it was him."
He pulled my phone screen up and turned it to me, it said Dorian Carter.
"I didn't read it, just answered. How was I supposed to know he was calling, I haven't spoken to him in months?”
He just pulled me to him and kissed the living daylights out of me before turning away.
"Tomorrow you're getting a new number, what did that fucker want?"
"To warn us off the case." No way was I telling him what Dorian had said; he'd lose his mind for sure then.
"Fuck him, get dressed, we're going out to dinner."
Boy he was really pissed, all because I talked to Dorian for two minutes and it wasn't even my idea, it's not like I knew that idiot was on the phone?
"Okay why are you mad at me? It's not like I told him to call me, or like I wanted to talk to him...."
"I don't want you to have anything to do with him don't you get it...."
"You're being unreasonable I didn't know he was the one calling...."
"Let me spell this out for you, you almost married that prick, he had his hands on you, no you didn't give him what's mine, but he came too fucking close and I hate his fucking guts...." He stormed out after that.
All I could do was stare open mouthed; what the hell was that?
DONOVAN
I know I owe her an apology or an explanation or some shit, but I had none.
I don't know why just the thought of this guy makes me insane, but it does. I'll just make it up to her later.
For now, I held her hand in mine as we headed to dinner. I'm still gonna have a word with Carter though, because apparently he didn't get the message.
She was off limits, all the way off. No phone calls, no contact whatsoever. I didn't want him even breathing the same air as her.
I’m pretty sure he’d said more than she was letting on, but I wasn’t going to push. I didn’t want to take my anger out on her, she was right; she hadn’t made the call. Him I’d like to beat in the face with a rock.
Chapter 22
SHANIA
Wow who would've thought the great Donovan Chase would be so possessive over little old me? It’s probably not the most feminist stance to take, but I must confess to feeling extremely powerful. Even though he’d acted like a lunatic.
I mean this is the guy every girl wanted in high school, and even now the same was true of every woman in our little town.
To think that he felt that kind of passionate love for me, was almost too good to be true. He seems to think that I’m so much more than I truly am.
I know my worth, where my talents lay. I also know I’m no raving beauty, but the way he looks at me, wow, he’s almost convinced me in the last week or so that I’m worthy of those looks.
I’ve been a tomboy all my life, never was the girlie type, but he makes me want to go the extra mile.
As an investigator, I study people a lot it’s what I do. My study of this Donovan, not my brothers’ friend, not the guy I’ve been in love with from a distance, but the one who had claimed me as his own, has revealed something to me about me.