Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 164263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 821(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 821(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
I click out of my phone in disgust.
I won’t be watching these stupid videos again…who am I kidding, until tomorrow when her next one comes out.
The club is loud, the drinks are strong. My mind…distracted.
It’s been two weeks since I last saw Alora, although she’s haunted my every thought. Starred in my every dream.
Beautiful women are sauntering past, circling like vultures…. And yet all I can think about is her.
I’ve got it bad…really bad.
My friends are laughing and chatting, having a great night. And me, I think I’m having a midlife crisis. Perhaps even an existential crisis.
A big one.
I drag my hand through my hair, annoyed with myself.
Get the fuck over it.
She’s just another woman and this feeling will pass. From the depths of my dark soul a little voice whispers:
What if doesn’t?
I slam another shot back and slosh it around in my mouth, I feel it burn all the way down. I lick my lips and take another off the tray.
I’ll do anything to numb this feeling.
Mikaela saunters over, she’s wearing a silver minidress and has legs up to her ears. She straddles my leg and bends down to whisper in my ear, “I need to be fucked.” Her teeth graze my ear and my cock twitches with approval. “And only your cock will do.”
Hmmm….
Perhaps a good hard fuck with someone else is all it would take.
It would be so easy to lose myself in someone for a while.
But then…. The thought of having another woman doesn’t interest me in the slightest.
I only want her.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I pull my ear away from her mouth. “Not tonight.” I wave her away and glance at my watch. It’s only 1 a.m.
Screw this.
I need to go home.
PHILIPPE
“Good morning, Philippe.” Alora smiles as she walks out of her house.
“Good morning, Miss Sorenson.” I open the car door for her, she slides into the back seat and I walk around and get in behind the wheel.
“If you could please give me a lift to work and then I won’t be needing your services any longer.”
“Ah….” My eyes meet hers in the rearview mirror. “I’m here for your safety, Miss Sorenson.” I pull out from the curb and onto the road.
“I’m not in any danger, Philippe.”
“But you had a tracker in your handbag, remember?”
“Did I, though?” She narrows her eyes. “Or did Edward plant that in my bag so that he would have an excuse to have you follow me around?”
Stefan and I exchange glances.
“Edward and I are no longer together and he has you following me so that he can keep track of me.” She looks out the window as she talks, seemingly detached.
That’s why he’s been a lunatic lately.
“You broke it off with him?” I frown.
“No. He broke it off with me, so you can understand how infuriating it is that he still has you trailing me everywhere I go. I am not his possession and I won’t be treated as such.”
“Ahh.” I’m unsure how to answer.
“Today will be your last day with me.”
“I’ll have to check with Mr. Prescott.”
“There is nothing to check, Philippe,” she fires back. “If you follow me tomorrow I am calling the police and having you charged with stalking. What he is doing is illegal and I will no longer stand for it.”
“Yes, Miss Sorenson.” I nod. “I’ll let him know.”
“Thank you.”
“Just call him and get it over with.” Stefan lights a cigarette as we lean up against the car.
I give a subtle shake of my head, why do I get all the good jobs? I dial his number.
“Yes,” Edward answers.
“Miss Sorenson has let us know that this will be our last day with her.”
“No.”
“She said she’s calling the police if we turn up tomorrow.”
“So let her call the fucking police,” he snaps. “Somebody is tracking her.”
“She thinks that you put the tracker in her bag.”
“Why the fuck would I put a tracker in her bag?”
“To control her.”
“Stop insulting my intelligence. Stay. With. Her.”
“I don’t want to get arrested.”
“The police are on my fucking payroll,” he fires back. “Who the hell is going to arrest you?”
“She said you broke up with her.”
“That is none of your business and your high horse is a fucking donkey. Do your job and do not let her out of your sight.”
Click…. The phone goes dead.
Stefan raises an eyebrow. “Well?”
“We stay.”
ALORA
With my garage door down and hidden from the world I put my suitcase into the trunk of my car. Today’s the day, and I’m not telling anyone but Helene where I’m headed. I’m going to pick her up and she’s going to bring an empty suitcase with her and then she’s going to drop me at the airport under the guise I am taking her there. Just as I suspected, the guards have turned up this morning, and our only goal is to outrun them.