Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 103431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 517(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 517(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
“Will do.” Cara sets off toward the entrance, but Clint lingers.
“I’ll walk with you.”
“Oh, thanks.” I start toward my car. “You don’t have to—”
“I want to.” He turns his head my way. “Making friends at a new job can be tough, especially when you’re one of only a handful of men. So, I really appreciate the two of you taking pity on me.”
“No pity needed,” I tell him, meaning it. “I’ve... I’ve never made friends easy, so I get it.”
“Which one’s yours?” Clint asks, scanning the lot as it comes into view.
“It’s—holy shit.” The color drains from my face as I stumble.
“Oh, wow.” Clint lets out a low whistle as he takes in the wreckage before us. “Sucks to be them.”
“I… am them...” I croak, my eyes filling with tears as I take in my cracked windshield and slashed tires. “That’s mine.”
“What?” He whips around to face me, concern painting his every feature. “Who would do this?”
“I don’t know. I’ve been having—ugh.” I tangle my fingers in my hair and tug, trying to ground myself. “I don’t know.”
“Hey, stop. Calm down.” He starts to step toward me but seems to think better of it. “Everything’s going to be alright. Let’s start with your hair thing and then we can go report this. Surely there are cameras.”
“Okay.” I nod as I blow out a shaky exhale. “That’s… yeah, okay.”
I take a minute to suck in a few deep, calming breaths but it’s no use. My calm, easy, uneventful day just took a nosedive into the depths of hell.
“You can do this,” I whisper to myself. “It might not even be related.”
“Related to what?” Clint says as I edge closer to my car.
“Nothing.” I shake my head. “Ignore me. Let me just grab...” My words trail off entirely when I notice the folded sheet of paper tucked beneath my wiper blade.
Fucking hell. It’s totally him.
I reach for the note with trembling fingers, slowly unfolding it.
“What’s that?” Clint asks, but his voice sounds a million miles away.
You never notice me. Why don't you ever notice me?
My whole world revolves around you. You’re my first and last thought each and every day.
But do you ever think about me? No. You're too busy thinking about him.
That’s okay, Petal. I'm a patient man. I know, with time, you'll feel the same way I do.
-Your Sweetheart
“Scarlet?” Clint claps his hands loudly in front of my face, snapping me back to reality.
“What?” I ask, trying to make sense of where my day went so terribly wrong.
“Sorry.” He looks down at his boots. “I didn’t mean to scare you... you just zoned out. I-I didn’t know what else to do.”
“It’s okay,” I croak, my voice barely a whisper.
“It’s not. Who...” He nods toward the tear-stained page clutched between my fingers. “Who wrote that? It’s...” He shudders.
“I don’t know.” I shove the note into the zipper pocket of my scrub pants before wrapping my arms around myself. “I just don’t know.”
He shakes his head. “Well, let’s head inside and get the ball rolling on reporting this, yeah?”
Resigned, I nod, and together we head inside.
TWENTY-FIVE
ELLIS
My hand wraps around my rock-hard dick the second I hear the front door close. These past two days with Scarlet have been the most delicious kind of torture, but, goddamn, do I love it.
I stroke myself slowly from root to tip, picturing her here with me, on her knees begging for my cock. And the kicker is, I know she wants it—wants me. I know she’d let me feast on her cunt like a starving man. I know she’d let me fuck her, too.
And I’m down for all of that. Scarlet’s a total smoke show with a mouth meant for temptation and a body built for sin. But it just so happens my dick isn’t the only part of me involved…
Turns out, I was right when I thought kissing her would change everything, because, all of the sudden, my heart’s in it, and I’m not sure how to feel about this particular development.
So, while I want to feel her come all over my face and my cock, I’m hesitant to go there.
But here, alone in the shower with only my right hand and an overactive imagination, there’s nothing holding me back…
Scarlet leans forward, flicking her tongue over my sensitive tip shyly before shooting me a filthy wink and sucking the whole head into her mouth. She licks and sucks me like I’m her favorite lollipop flavor.
“That’s right, Princess, suck my dick,” I groan. Her answering moan almost sends me over the edge.
Judging from the way she’s clenching her thighs, we both want more.
“Touch yourself,” I say, running my fingers through her wet hair.
And for once, she listens, trailing her fingers sensually between the valley of her breasts, down her stomach, all the way to the promised land between her thighs.