Total pages in book: 331
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
“So what brings you to this place?” the man asks, turning his attention to me.
I pick up the glass and down what’s left since I have another one coming. “Just needed a night out,” I answer.
“Oh no. Boy trouble?” His eyes drop to my left hand to see if I’m married. The thought makes me want to vomit. Or is that those damn butterflies from the man sitting in the darkly lit booth back in the corner?
Marriage is overrated and pointless. Like look at this man sitting next to me. He’s married. He didn’t even bother to take his ring off before he offered to buy me a drink. I know what some would think…he’s just a nice guy offering a woman a drink while we share a pointless conversation. It’s harmless.
Wrong. The way his eyes are glued to my chest tells me all I need to know about him. He’s definitely thinking about fucking me, and if given the chance, he’d jump on top of that. Or me.
Sucks for him. I’m not letting a dick anywhere near me.
“Here you go.” The bartender sets our glasses down, and I turn to the man who bought my new drink, thanking him.
He clanks his glass into mine. “What do you say we finish these and get out of here?”
I shouldn’t be surprised by how quickly he offered that. Pathetic, really. He pays for a twelve-dollar drink, and I’m supposed to kneel before him and open my mouth so he can fuck it while I pretend to enjoy it.
“A place a little quieter?”
“I have a motel room next door.” I give him that shy smile that makes him squirm on his barstool. He can’t wait to pin me down and fuck me. I can’t wait to put a knife in his fucking throat and watch the life drain out of his eyes. “I’m just in town for the night,” I add. Let him know that he’ll never have to see me again. No strings attached.
He tosses back his drink and slams his glass on the bar top, calling the bartender over to pay for the two drinks.
I sip on mine, ignoring the man who watches me from across the run-down bar. He may be a problem in more ways than one. Hopefully he stays out of my way. I’d hate to have to kill them both.
“Ready?” The man gets up from his seat and places his wallet inside his suit jacket. He stands out among the crowd that hangs out here.
His three-piece suit screams money. I’m sure he has a Maserati parked outside and a Lords crest branded on his chest.
I’m wearing a pair of black fishnet tights, a black leather miniskirt, and a matching corset, with my hair up in a high pony. I dressed like a two-dollar hooker for a reason. Easy target. He won’t pay enough attention to notice that I’m wearing Louboutins. My over-the-top makeup is done with black shadow that I purposely smeared to make it look like I’ve been on a three-day binge, and my red lipstick is meant to draw attention.
I fall off the side of my heel, so he places his hands on my waist to try to steady me.
“Been here for a while?” he asks, hopeful.
Men consider a drunk woman an easy conquest. “Guess I had more than I thought.” I lean into his side, and he smiles down at me.
He helps me out of the bar and walks me across the parking lot.
“Room 111,” I inform him, removing the cheap plastic key chain from my clutch. Anyone who says I’m not sentimental doesn’t know me very well.
He’s a gentleman and opens it for me since I can’t seem to do it myself. Stepping into the room, I shut and lock it behind me, hoping that the Spade brother stays the fuck out.
KASHTON
I watch her shut the door to her motel room the moment I step out of the bar. The thought of her being alone with him makes my blood boil. I’m going to storm in, yank her off him, and force her to watch me cut off his dick.
My hands shook with rage. Just sitting there watching him look her over like a piece of meat had my hand on my gun.
After removing the pack of cigarettes from my pocket, I light one up, needing a quick hit to calm my nerves before I rush inside the room. I don’t want to hurt her. Just teach her a lesson that she won’t forget—she belongs to me.
Bringing it to my lips, I take in a long drag as the door to the motel room opens, and she walks out, closing it behind her.
I frown, taking a quick step to the right to hide in the shadows. Well, that wasn’t enough time to have sex. Not sex worth having anyway.