Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
I’ll tell Izzy all of that if I can just get her alone to talk to her. I need to explain exactly what happened. Then, I need to make sure she knows I would never betray her. That’s why I’m sitting outside Vanderbilt Hospital—waiting for Izzy to get off work. I could have barged into the hospital, but I knew she’d just call security. So, instead, I’m sitting in her car, hiding like a fucking stalker. Which, really, I am. I’ve been outside this hospital every day and night waiting to see her. Tonight, I got lucky because she’s finally here. The minute she parked and went inside, I broke into her car and have been waiting here. I keep glancing at my phone. I know it’s time for her to come out. I’m as fucking nervous as a cat on a hot tin roof. I feel like I could jump out of my skin.
My heart practically stops when I hear heels clicking against the concrete of the parking area designated for ER doctors. I don’t dare raise up and see if it’s her. I can’t let her see me. When the sound stops next to the driver’s side door, I know I’m finally going to get to talk to Izzy again. The joy and relief roar inside of me.
I remain hiding in the backseat like a fucking chump. She gets into the car, tossing a briefcase into the back seat. It narrowly escapes hitting my balls—that are still sore from where she kneed me. My girl can definitely take care of herself.
Once she starts her car, I make my move. I rise and put my hand against her mouth so she can’t scream. Then, I quickly handcuff her to the steering wheel. It isn’t easy because my Izzy can put up a fight. Still, I get her secured while cursing when she bites down on my finger. When all this is over and she’s back in my bed for good, I’m going to have to teach her that you never get into a car blindly. You’d think she’d seen enough movies to have that rule in her brain at all times.
“Fuck, Isolde. It’s bad enough you've probably ruined our chances of ever having kids together. Now you’re trying to bite off my finger.”
“We’re never having kids. I want nothing to do with a cheating asshole like you,” she spews, hate dripping from every word.
“Isolde, I never cheated on you. I love you. What you walked in on, wasn’t what it seemed.”
“God! Spare me! That’s what every motherfucker says who gets caught cheating. I know what I saw, and there’s no way you can explain it.”
“There is. I need you to listen to me. I swear, I can explain everything. I even brought proof with me,” I assure her. That seems to calm her down slightly. She looks at me and waits.
“Can I show you?” I ask.
She shrugs. “It doesn’t matter anymore, but if it will make you happy and you will get out of my car, do it and get it over with.”
“Bullshit. It does matter. That bitch was no one, Isolde. Now, she’s not even a club whore. Nana made sure Grifter kicked her out. You’ll never see her again.”
She looks at me with a frown. “That seems kind of harsh. I mean you fucked her. It’s not all on her. Besides, it’s not going to make me feel better. If you want to do that, you should probably cut off your dick and any other appendage she has ever touched and let me burn it.”
“God, you’re a hard woman, Isolde. Baby. I’ll never lie to you. I have fucked her—”
“Can you just leave? I don’t want to hear this shit!” she screams, tears stinging her eyes.
“Let me finish, damn it,” I growl, being harsh with Izzy in a way I never have before. “I haven’t fucked her, or anyone else since I met you. I haven’t even thought about it or been tempted. Izzy, you’re all I want.”
“Yeah, that’s exactly what it looked like when I walked in,” she huffs, not giving an inch.
“It’s the truth! I got done with that damn alliance meeting and went back to my room to get a shower. I wanted to rest up because I knew when you got there Saturday that I wouldn’t sleep any.”
“Well, at least you don’t have that problem any longer.”
“Izzy,” I growl. “Will you just listen? When I came out of the shower, that bitch was naked in my bed. I yelled at her and asked her what the fuck she was doing in my room. Instead of answering, she got down on her knees, offering to give me head. You called, and I panicked when I heard the pain in your voice. I admit I fucked up because I took my anger out by yelling at her for hurting you instead of just throwing her out of my room. The bitch was high as a fucking kite. I’m not sure what on, and I don’t care. She climbed back onto my bed. I threw her clothes at her. I was going to get the men to get her, I swear. I was going to the closet to get some clothes when she started that fucked-up show you walked in on. I swear I never touched her, baby. I wouldn’t do that to you.”