Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 64793 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64793 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Romarc is a man-whore and will forever remain one.
He has a wife, and she’s at home with the kids.
And believe me, she knows where her husband is, and what he does, and even who he does. But she doesn’t care as long as she gets whatever she wants, plus a new G Wagon for Mother’s Day.
Romarc’s an unlikely acquaintance. He’s known for hustling and bustling drugs around New York—the kingpin of drug running. He also owes me a lot of money because, no matter how much he makes, he is fucking terrible at keeping it.
So, from now on, I get a percentage of whatever he sells.
And he knows the consequences if he fucks me over.
I’ll put a bullet in his brain, no matter how powerful he is. But first, I might take a few fingers for touching what’s mine.
Next to Romarc are two of his men, and with me is Roberto. Usually, it's Joey and Roberto, but tonight, I sent Joey on a job, so it’s just Roberto.
“Are you two together?” Romarc’s fling asks.
“No,” Sailor answers for us. She looks to her hand, which I notice is bare, her wedding ring no longer perched perfectly on her finger.
“So why are you here?” she pushes.
Sailor looks to me, elbows propped on the table. “Yeah, not really sure how to answer that without getting shot.” She winks at Romarc’s fling, who laughs at her. Sailor then looks to me and says, “Care to answer?”
Her bravery is making me speechless. Almost. “No.”
She nods like she expected that reply, and I turn back to Romarc.
“Do you, or do you not, need my men to assist with pick up?” He picks up his glass of wine and takes a sip.
“No, it’s handled. And I think we’ve had enough business for tonight. How about since you own this place, you get your waiters to bring us another round of drinks and some more food,” Romarc says with a smile and then he winks at Sailor.
When my eyes meet Sailor’s, hers are asking me questions.
“This is your restaurant?” she questions, surprise lingering in her voice.
“Yes, I own it. Amongst other things.”
The waiter comes over and offers more water.
Sailor is the only one with manners and thanks him as he walks off.
“Look …” she leans in so her breath hits the back of my ear, “… what happened in the car, can’t happen again.”
Ignoring her as the waiter brings food, I place my hand under the table and then rest it high up on her leg. She lets out a little yelp and covers her mouth, then picks up her napkin and pats her mouth, side-eyeing me and shaking her head. “Keir.”
Why when my name comes from her mouth is it like she’s pulling each syllable with the draw of her tongue and wanting to wrap it around her lips? Like she should with my cock.
“Mmhmm.”
“Can you please move your hand?” She says it quietly enough so only I can hear, but I choose to ignore it as if I didn’t hear her words. My hand slides up her thigh even higher, and she closes her legs tight. She has strong thighs, I’ll give her that, but they’re no match for me. Especially as I lightly rub the inside of her thigh up and down, and as I do, she slowly relaxes, opening her legs for me in response.
Food is placed in front of her, and I can see she’s barely holding it together. I skim her panties with my fingers, hearing her breathing pick up before I pull them away. “Eat,” I demand.
If looks could kill, I’d be dead right where I sit. I watch as she crosses her legs and then proceeds to eat. I have to admit, I like that she has a backbone but also listens when she should.
Pity I plan on killing her by the end of the week.
Chapter Twelve
Sailor
The food was amazing, the company not so much. But I’ve never eaten in a five-star restaurant before, and now that I have, I know what I’m missing and it’s some of the most delicious food I have ever tasted.
As we stand from the table—the same one Keir tried slipping his fingers into me under—I smile at the woman opposite me. She places her hand on Romarc’s shoulder. Her name is Ginger, I have since found out after having a small conversation with her during dinner.
She clearly is with him for one reason. And it’s not because of his looks. Romarc isn’t hideous, but he’s no Keir, that’s for sure. I saw her eyes wander over to Keir a few times, and I wondered if she’s tried to get with him in the past. Maybe she’s been one of the girls he brings to his room to suck his cock.
Oh, my god.
Am I about to be that girl?