Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 98643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
“When you said goodbye,” Flynn finished for me.
“Yeah, fine, whatever,” I whispered. I reached for the doorknob and pushed his hand away. I was surprised when he let me do it, but the feeling didn’t last because as soon as I turned the knob, Flynn turned the key that I hadn’t noticed was already in the deadbolt lock above the doorknob. The lock clicked into place before I could open the door and then Flynn was removing the key and sliding it into his pocket.
A chill ran down my spine.
I was locked in with the man and there was absolutely no way to escape. I didn’t even have my phone on me to call Brooks. My only option was to scream like hell or find a way to get the key from Flynn.
Neither option was appealing.
“Open it,” I said. My voice cracked despite my attempt to make the words sound like an order. I turned the knob in case I’d imagined the whole thing but when the door remained shut, I closed my eyes and sucked in a deep breath. “Open it.”
When Flynn didn’t respond, I felt the last few remnants of self-control starting to slip away. “Open it,” I whispered. Silent tears began to slide down my cheeks as I continued to turn the doorknob over and over. “Flynn, please,” I managed to get out right before a harsh sob escaped my throat.
I shook my head when Flynn closed his hand around my bicep. He forced me to turn around and since I literally had no place to go, I did it. I used my sleeve to wipe at my tears. It was bad enough that he had heard me crying; he didn’t need to see the tears. I didn’t have much pride left, but it was enough. No one, not even Flynn, could take that from me.
Gentle fingers beneath my chin made it impossible to keep my head down. The second my eyes met Flynn’s, I knew he had me. Even if I could physically escape him, he’d managed to take that need from me.
I let out a soft whimper when Flynn dropped his head and kissed me. It was the kind of kiss you never forgot. All the things I hadn’t seen in his eyes when he’d entered the room were in that kiss. It wasn’t about lust. He wasn’t trying to punish me in any kind of way.
Flynn’s thumb gently stroked my cheek as he kissed me. He ended the kiss but left his lips close enough that they brushed up against mine with every breath he took.
“After everything we’ve been through, Jules, do you really think I would ever raise a hand against you in anger?”
I shook my head frantically. “No, never,” I said roughly.
Flynn kissed me again. A searing kiss that was still tender but demanding. I could practically feel his relief.
Which was exactly why I had to break the kiss. When I turned my head so Flynn couldn’t easily kiss me again, his hold on me eased. It felt like my heart was being ripped out of my chest when he dropped his hand from my cheek and took a step back.
The damn tears started up again. I forced myself to look at him. “I don’t want to hurt you anymore, Flynn,” I admitted. “But that’s all I seem to be doing. I don’t know how to do this.”
“Do what?”
“This,” I whispered. “Stay,” I managed to get out before another harsh sob hit me. “I came here because… because I didn’t want to leave without seeing you one more time. My flight leaves tomorrow morning.”
“You’re running away,” Flynn murmured.
“It’s all I know how to do. I came to this place to try and get my head on straight for once in my life. I thought if I could be there for Brooks, then maybe…” I stopped and shook my head because I didn’t know what the next words were supposed to be.
“You needed him just as much as he needed you,” Flynn responded. “You needed to find home.”
I let out an ugly laugh. “I live in one of the most expensive apartments in New York, I have seven cars, none of which I ever drive because I don’t have anywhere to go. I own a company that employs hundreds of people, thousands of people live in buildings I own, I have enough money to last ten lifetimes.” I was talking so fast that I had to pause long enough to pull in a deep breath. “I can go to any club, gay, straight, it doesn’t matter. One round of drinks for everyone in the place and I have an endless supply of people who all want to be my friend. I can wear whatever I want. I can be whoever I want. Makeup, designer clothes straight off fashion show runways, expensive gifts to go around. Everyone wants to party at my place because why wouldn’t they? Free drinks, plenty of coke to snort and pills to swallow, and anonymous sex with guys, girls, both.” I sighed and shook my head. “Cliché poor little rich kid who never had to lift a finger to earn any of what he’s got, and he still feels sorry for himself.”