Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
I should have thrown in all my fucking money and followed her out of there. I tossed out a few questions around about who she was, but none of the guys seemed to know and the host wasn’t giving anything up either.
So now, I’m so fucking sideways about how a three second glance at a woman has me hard as lead and ready to burn down the fucking city to find her.
When no one could tell me who she was, my mood took a dark turn and one of the regulars, Dimitri, a douche in a silk suit and too much cologne, started busting my balls. That I could take, but when he snapped his tongue and dropped a comment about pounding out his frustrations on the juicy piece of ass that just disappeared out the front door, I nearly choked him out.
Took two security guards to pull me off. Then, I took them on. One of them landed a hard right to my eye but I got mine in as well. I left one of them missing a tooth and the other puking out his Hawaiian pizza before I got my shit back in order. It wouldn’t have been much longer before they pulled out the hardware and I ended up with a bullet in my forehead.
These aren’t the kind of people that fuck around. No one would have found my body and no one would have talked. That’s the side of the street I play on sometimes.
Tor’s eyes go wide. “This distraction have three tits or something?” Tor asks drawing my attention back to him. “Was she dipped in gold and drenched in diamonds? Only time I’ve seen you look twice at a female is when you’re sizing up a piece of their jewelry.”
He lets out a hoot as the sounds of his kids playing in the pool outside mix with the Moana soundtrack. I blow out a long breath, swallowing another gulp of coffee watching his wife Natalie outside with the kids and she’s so fucking pregnant, it hurts to look at her, but she is as happy as a clam while I wonder for the millionth time what she is doing with my ugly fucking brother.
“A few too many Stoli’s, maybe.” I say trying to end the conversation with my brother I shouldn’t have started.
“You fucking don’t drink too much when you play cards. In fact, you never drink too much,” he challenges. “Winning is your only drug.”
“You should know.”
He shrugs. “True. Although, the high I got from winning cases isn’t there anymore. I win every day I wake up next to my wife. I win looking at the evidence of my seed running all over my house.”
“Dude.” I scratch my cheek, then wave him off. “No fucking talk about your seed. Jesus.”
All he offers in another shrug. “Just ‘cause you want nothing to do with procreation doesn’t mean you won’t someday dude. You’ll meet the right one and, bam. It’s breeding fantasies ‘til the cows come home. Yeah, speaking of cows...dude, the tits, the milk...”
“Fuck you Tor. Shut the fuck up, you are way over sharing.”
He shrugs, taking a sip of his coffee and looking out the window toward the pool then down at his mug. He turns to look out at Natalie who waves and blows him a kiss. “I usually get some nice fresh cream in my morning coffee …”
I groan. “You’re a dick, you know that?”
I’m not going to tell him I had my first flash of that mating instinct last night. I’m not ready for that level of admission right now. I shake my head, trying to regroup because in two hours, I have to go play in some charity softball game because I was a fucking mess after the blonde disappeared and I lost a big fucking hand to the host.
Only, he added one little cherry on top of our bet. If I lost, I had to go play in his daughter’s charity softball game today. They needed a ringer and everyone there knows in a previous life I could play the shit out of that kind of field.
Fuck, I’m no sort of philanthropist at the best of times, and kids? The only ones I tolerate are my nieces and nephews.
So today should be about as pleasant as a sandpaper hand job.
Natalie’s cheerful, chirping voice comes from behind me. “Cyrus! I’m glad you’re early because Sophia and Chance are coming by soon. I just love her new man, don’t you? I’m so happy for her. Finding her one.” I turn to see her waddling toward Tor, her enormous belly leading the way. She’s wearing a red and white striped bikini and I wince thinking what women go through in order for our species to survive. She winks at Tor, who immediately walks to her side and kisses her like I’m not in the room.