Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
And with that, she hobbles into the bathroom, closing the door behind her, and I realize without a single doubt in my mind that being called out for the rest of my life by this beautiful woman for being a sick pervert is the one thing I want most in this world.
29
TILLY
Chloe and I stand at the door of our destroyed apartment, staring in at the mess with dread. It’s been a little under two weeks since Jordan decided to take me on a little adventure, and since then, we have done everything imaginable to avoid coming back here.
But today is the day.
For the past twelve days, Caesar has barely let me out of his sight, and to be completely honest, I haven’t minded it at all. It’s not as though we’ve spent the time getting down and dirty. We haven’t, and it’s killing me, but my body hasn’t been ready. Bruises still linger on my skin, and after getting a baseball bat to the head, I’ve been suffering from some pretty severe migraines, though they seem to be taking a backseat for now.
For the first few days, the cops would come and go, asking the same questions over and over again, treating me like a criminal, but after receiving the surveillance footage, they backed off and accepted that Caesar was acting in my defense. Jordan is still in a coma, though, and I don’t doubt that the moment he wakes up, he’ll realize just how badly he fucked up.
As for Annie, she’s been a ghost.
There’s been no sight of the woman. The cops have had her home staked out, they’ve searched for her at Vixen, and even camped out at the hospital waiting room to see if she would show up at Jordan’s bedside, but so far, there’s been nothing. Sooner or later, she’ll screw up, and when she does, I’ll be waiting. I don’t exactly know what I intend to do, probably call the cops and run away like a little bitch, but as long as she ends up rotting behind bars, I don’t really care. Besides, Caesar told me that she would pay for her role in all of this, and he doesn’t strike me as the type of man to go back on his word. If he says she will pay, then I trust that with everything that I am.
After getting a frantic call from his secretary this morning, Caesar had no choice but to head into work, leaving me free to do my own thing. Don’t get me wrong, I have loved spending every day wrapped in his arms in the comfort of his bed, but I’m going stir crazy. Despite my slobbish week of living on my couch while I held the world’s best pity party, I usually can’t stand being holed up at home. I needed to get out of the house, even if my body isn’t ready for it.
Chloe has stayed with Zeph this whole time, and while they refuse to put any labels on their relationship, it’s clear to everyone except them that they’re exclusive. Zephyr has all but moved Chloe into Caesar’s place—otherwise now known as Caesar’s Palace—and she doesn’t even realize it.
“Come on,” Chloe mutters beside me, not looking excited for the job ahead of us as she hauls a stack of cleaning products and trash bags in her arms. “The sooner we get this done, the sooner we can get out of here.”
There’s no denying it, she has a good point.
“Fine,” I groan, striding deeper into our small apartment, only the further I get, the more unfamiliar it seems. It doesn’t feel like home anymore, just a place that once held some of my best memories during my college years.
We get into cleaning everything, and I do what I can not to overexert myself. If I were to push myself too hard, Chloe would end up doing the rest of this shit on her own, and I’m not about to do that to her.
Music blasts through the apartment as I scoop pieces of shattered glass into a dustpan, when Zephyr appears in the open doorway and casually strides in as though he owns the place. His arms are full of boxes and cleaning products.
I let out a sigh as a teasing smirk cuts across my face. “Ugh. Fucking perverts everywhere I look.”
Zephyr flips me off as Chloe bounds into the living room and throws herself into Zeph’s arms. “What are you doing here?” she asks. “I thought you had a lecture.”
“I do, but it’s nothing I can’t watch online,” he says, dropping the boxes onto the destroyed couch. “I thought I’d come help you idiots out. It’s not your fault your place got trashed. Besides, if it weren’t for me, Jordan wouldn’t have even known the two of you.”