Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 102942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Then, after scooping up the shiny key, I stride straight out of his apartment, knowing my night couldn’t possibly get any better.
Knocked out Raiden with a tranq dart? Check.
Teach him a lesson about parking in my spot? Double-check.
Actually getting to sleep at a decent hour without having to worry about my new neighbor disturbing the peace? Check. Check. Triple-fucking-check.
CHAPTER 5
RAIDEN
My body aches as the early morning sun streams through my bedroom window, and I brace my hand over my eyes, trying to block out the light.
Why the fuck do I feel as though I’ve just gone ten rounds with a heavyweight champion? My head pounds, and my body . . . wait. Why the fuck am I naked on the floor?
I groan as I slowly peel my eyes open, my hand dragging down my face as I grip the side of my bed and use it as a crutch to sit my ass up.
Holy fucking shit.
Something isn’t right.
I try to go back, trying to bring the memories to the forefront of my mind, and while it takes longer than anticipated, they slowly but surely begin creeping in one at a time. I’d taken a fiery redhead out to dinner and brought her back to my apartment, and I recall thinking that she’d be the perfect score to help get under Kiara’s skin. She’d bragged at dinner about being a bit of an exhibitionist in the sack, so before I’d even properly learned her name, I’d already decided that if she were willing, I’d be down to bring her home and spend the night making her scream. Which is exactly what I did.
It was fun. She was just as wild as she’d let on, and while she was a little naive, she served her purpose. The only problem is, the more I seem to get under Kiara’s skin, the harder it is for me to keep committing to this game. It’s not these random women I want in my bed. It’s her.
Kiara is giving me a run for my money, and I can’t wait to see how it plays out. Assuming she cracks and succumbs to my wicked charm. Which she will. It’s inevitable. The only problem is, I might just be the one to break first.
The date with the redhead was fine, and I recall having her leg tossed somewhere over my shoulder while trying not to laugh at the way she would scream Kiara’s name, but then . . . nothing. There’s not a single memory coming to mind. It’s almost as though someone had come along and wiped it clean.
I was busy focusing on just how much force I’d need to get the wall to shatter between the two bedrooms, when something felt . . . off. I remember looking at the girl as my limbs grew heavy. Did she drug me?
Fuck.
It’s the only plausible explanation. But it doesn’t make sense. Why drug me? It’s not as though she hadn’t already gotten what she wanted out of me. She was using me just as much as I was using her. Only difference was that she was using me to get off, whereas I didn’t care about that. Sure, it was a bonus, not that I think I ever got there, but my main goal was Kiara. It’s been about Kiara since the second she came banging on my door.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I try to put all the missing pieces together, fitting them in like a jigsaw puzzle, only the pieces are distorted and blurry, making it impossible to figure out.
Did I pass out on top of that girl? Because I know I’ve done some shameful things in my life, but that would have to take the cake. It explains how I ended up on the floor. If I’d passed out on top of her, she would have had to shove me off her to free herself, and it’s not as though she would have been able to accomplish that without rolling me right off the edge of the bed.
How fucking humiliating. It’s one thing to pass out, but to have a woman walk out of my apartment without being thoroughly fucked is simply not acceptable. I have a reputation to uphold, and in one fell swoop, I risked it all.
How could I let this happen? I’m supposed to be better than that. Kinda. But the bigger question here is why? It doesn’t make sense. What does she get out of drugging me? All my shit is packed into boxes, and judging by the state of the mess around me, nothing has been touched. So why?
Pulling myself up off the ground, I get to my shaky feet, and the worst pain shoots through my head with every movement. I grip the back of my tender neck and roll my head from side to side. I must have hit my head when she rolled me off the bed. Either that, or she attempted to beat me senseless. That would explain why my body feels so sore, but it could also be from sleeping on the floor. Either way, this is a fucked-up situation, and I need to get to the bottom of this.