Total pages in book: 148
Estimated words: 142939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 715(@200wpm)___ 572(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 715(@200wpm)___ 572(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
“Sounds good.” She’s already speed-walking toward the east wing where the garage is. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
I can hear her dialing, then her voice fading down the hall. “You really felt it? Our baby? Oh my God, babe! I’m coming home now. Right now. I’m going to rub your feet, and then we can watch that show …”
Cass got her happily ever after three years back when she met Daphne. The two of them were inseparable from the moment they crossed paths–though there was some gunplay involved since Daphne was working for an enemy government at the time. Their sort of strong, enduring love was something I thought I’d never experience. All that changed when I met Ocean, when I looked into her eyes and saw my own soul reflected back at me.
My phone dings with an alert. I pull it out and open the tracking software I created specifically for monitoring Ocean’s activities. My heart beats a little faster as I follow their hacker through my system. She encounters a little trouble with the piece of the firewall I left intact, but after about five minutes of wrangling, she busts through and uses the tiny exploit I left behind to enter my server.
Sitting down on my couch, I cast the app onto my large screen, watching each moment as Ocean creeps closer and closer to me. She’s in there with her friends, all of them tiptoeing around my files.
I can feel her, sense her, and when I see them open the video from the drone trial, I know I have her.
Once they have what they came for, they quickly cover their tracks and back out of the exploit, leaving no trace they were ever there. With a few taps on my phone, I slam the firewall closed again. Then I click over to my app that’s locked into Ocean’s personal computer. I view her screen, watching as she starts checking flights that will bring her straight to me.
“This is it.” I can’t stop smiling. My trap is about to spring shut on Ocean. I’ll have her right where I want her, and I’ll show her we’re meant to be together.
All I have to do is wait for my sweet little spy to come prowling. When she does, she’s mine.
3
OCEAN
“I owe Buffy a favor now, and this ID is trash,” I tell Magic as I make my way out of the airport. I’m not mad about the ID. Even though Magic named me Anita Boobie. I know she didn’t come up with that name. That was Rebel’s doing, but Magic went along with it.
“You didn’t have to take your board thingy.”
“Her name is Wave. Someone could have stolen her.”
“You’d need a whole SWAT team to break into your warehouse.”
“I’d steal her,” I mutter. “You don’t know how badass she is.”
“That’s not saying much since you steal everything.”
“I do not.” The line goes quiet. “Well, not everything everything.” I pull the Rolex out of my pocket. The man next to me on the plane was a douche canoe who deserved what he got. Not only was he an asshole to the flight attendants, but he kept giving me snide looks. I could tell he was wondering why I was in first class with him. I mean, so what I hack and steal points to get upgraded? That’s none of his business. I think I preferred the initial snobby looks he was giving me because once he got a few drinks in him, he was giving me different kinds of looks.
“Your driver is pulling up in ten seconds.” I glance over my shoulder seeing the closest surveillance camera and know Magic is watching me.
“You’re an asshole!” A girl about my age shouts into her phone. I can tell she’s about to burst into tears. “You’re married.” Oh shit, this situation does not sound good.
“Your lift,” Magic says into my ear.
“I don’t need your money to get myself back home.” The girl ends her call. Something inside me tells me she does need money to get home. Call it women’s intuition or whatever.
“Hey,” I call the girl. “What’s your name?”
“Ah—” She’s not sure if she should answer me.
“I’m a flight attendant,” I lie. “I can get you a flight if you need it.”
“Really?” Her demeanor changes immediately.
“Yeah.” She gives me her name and where she’s headed. “Check in with Durlex. You’re on the next flight out.”
“Omg, thank you.” She hugs me. I do something nice and now I have to hug. I can hear Magic clicking away, and I know she’s handling it for me.
“Men are dicks.” I hand her the Rolex. “Don’t let anyone give you less than eight grand for that,” I tell her before I slip into my waiting vehicle. She stands there shocked as the driver closes my door.