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)
Nothing to do with them? As in Saint, Haidyn, and me?
I can’t speak for Saint and Haidyn, but she didn’t act that way when my cock was inside her an hour ago. She was begging me for it. Her pretty pink cunt was soaked, and her mouth was greedy. She wanted me.
“I’m boarding the jet now. I’ll be landing in about three hours. Meet me—”
“No,” she interrupts him. “I’m going to down a bottle of Jack and pass out.”
“Still self-medicating, I see.”
“Careful,” she warns. “That tone sounds a little judgy coming from a man who fucks any woman who will spread her legs.”
He laughs softly and then clears his throat. “Be careful, Eve.”
She stiffens but says, “I’m always careful.”
“No. You’re not. Kashton is not someone you should fuck with.”
“I can handle him.” She squares her shoulders as if he’s looking right at her.
I love her confidence. That she thinks she can take me on and win. The woman has no clue how persistent I can be. She can bring her stapler or a gun to fight with me, and I’ll still win. Every time.
“He’s bored, and that’s never a good thing.”
“What the fuck do you mean by bored?” She takes another drink, and some of it runs down her chin and onto her chest before it disappears into the bubbles.
“Saint has Ashtyn, Haidyn is busy with Charlotte, and I’m gone. He needs something to take up his time.”
“Well, that won’t be me.” She shakes her head in denial, and a few strands fall loose from her messy bun.
He’s quiet for a second before he makes a suggestion. “Maybe…maybe you should get away for a while.”
“Not this again.” Her teeth grind. “I’m not running. I like it here.” Her green eyes slowly take in the bathroom, as if she’s proud of what she has.
“Everett, you have no friends, no true family other than Bill. Pack up your shit and get the fuck out of this state.”
She sits up, water splashing off the edges at her harsh movement, and huffs. “I said no, Adam. I’m not fucking leaving my home. And I’m pretty fucking tired of you thinking you can order me around.”
“You work for me,” he says matter-of-factly. “I’m telling you now that you need to leave. Especially if you’ve got Kashton’s attention. Nothing good could come from that.”
“I can think of something.” Her eyes widen and she slaps a hand over her mouth, surprised she said that.
“Wait. You let him fuck you?” he asks, surprised. Her hand still remains over her mouth while her wide eyes stare straight ahead at nothing. “I’m proud of you, Eve.”
Slowly removing her hand, her eyes drop to the bubbles, and she whispers, “Yeah, well, it’s just sex. Everyone does it at some point.”
He ignores that and asks, “How do you feel?”
I frown, confused by the change in conversation and why he cares so much. But she lays her head back on the little pillow and looks up at the ceiling as she swallows, softening her voice. “Sick. It was a mistake and won’t be happening again.”
Is that why she vomited? Because we had sex? I made her physically ill? Like…she was disgusted with me? She didn’t act that way at the motel.
“What did you tell him?” Adam asks.
“Nothing. Not like we talked about our previous sexual partners.” She snorts. “And I’m sure there’s another dumb bitch licking my cum off his dick right now.”
Never, angel.
“No. I mean about the two dead guys he saw.”
“Oh. He asked some questions, and when I didn’t answer, he made some assumptions. I just let his mind run with it. I didn’t confirm or deny anything.”
Adam sighs heavily. “I’ll reach out—”
“No.” She sits up quickly and water splashes over the side of the tub once more. “You promised me that if I worked for you, I would get revenge. Kashton will go to the Spades—”
“No. He won’t.”
“You don’t know that. You’ve been out of their lives for too long. They no longer trust you.”
“Be that as it may,” Adam growls, “like I said earlier, Saint and Haidyn are both married now. Their wives are pregnant. Kashton wouldn’t bring them into this.”
She bows her head in surrender. “He’ll want to get involved.”
“It sounds like he already is. I’m not going to risk your life because he decides to follow you one night and fuck shit up because he has no clue what’s going on. One second.” Adam speaks softly, ordering a drink on the private jet. “Hey, I just got a text that the scene is cleared, but the guys didn’t have their phones on them. Did you take them?”
That’s why she told me that she didn’t need my brothers’ help. They have a whole system down.
“Fuck,” she hisses.
“What?”
Biting her lip nervously, she answers, “I… We…”
“Spit it out,” he barks.
“I passed out for a second.” You mean I choked you out, angel. “When I woke up, Kashton was already gone. He must have searched the bodies and taken them.”