Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
I pass the docks as I turn down a side street. It’s dark, nearly four in the morning, but I am too wired for sleep. When Posey was on her knees for me, crawling across my living room floor, I nearly had a heart attack. I was on the phone with Bane, yet there she was, this mythical creature coming at me with pure lust in her eyes. I could see it. Doesn’t take a genius to know she wanted me.
She wants me.
I know she does. I can taste her want on her lips, see it bleeding from her eyes whenever she looks at me.
She fucking wants me just as badly as I want her.
It makes me wonder about what type of woman she is. Her upbringing. Her life. How she finds herself marrying a creep like Bane.
I find the address, and stare at the house. This can’t be right.
It’s nothing more than a shack. A small wooden home with big windows filled with tattered curtains. The bright-blue paint after years of neglect has turned to a bleak gray color, peeling away in patches.
The yard, if it can be called such, is a patch of dried, yellowed grass struggling to survive amidst discarded bottles and cans. A chain-link fence, rusted and bent in places, separates the house from the chaos of the alley behind it, but it offers little in the way of security or privacy.
Posey grew up here?
I drive to the end of the street, make a turn and head back to my condo, not wanting to sit outside her father’s house for too long. The neighborhood is quiet, and I continue past the docks, stopping a little to view the ocean. How often did Posey come here growing up to sit and watch the waves crash onto the shore?
My fingers hover over her name on my phone as I have my car parked near the beach. I want to reach out to her. Hear her voice again. Ask her why the fuck she’s marrying Bane.
I slide my phone into my front passenger seat and put the vehicle in drive. I need to get home and get some sleep, and tomorrow figure out who’s behind Posey’s attack.
A few days later, I pull up to the entrance of Bane’s estate, leaving my keys with the valet as I head inside the opulent mansion.
Inside the house is a symphony of sophistication. A celebration unlike any other. Guests move fluidly through the expansive rooms, their laughter and conversation blending harmoniously with the gentle strains of a live string quartet.
Couples sway to the rhythm of the music, their elegant attire a blur of rich fabrics and shimmering jewels. Waiters in crisp uniforms circulate with silver trays, offering champagne and delectable hors d'oeuvres.
It’s crowded, and as my eyes scan the party, I’m only searching for one thing.
Posey.
And when I spot her, she takes my breath away.
She’s standing, Bane’s arm around her waist, in a beautiful light-blue ball gown with gold accents.
Her blue eyes meet mine from across the room, and I have to remind myself to breathe. It pisses me off that Bane’s got her tucked into his side. But why shouldn’t he? She’s his. The thought angers me, and I head in search of the bar. I find it easily in the back of the room, and I sidle up next to it and order a whiskey.
“Hello there,” a blonde woman says, her fake tits pushing out of her tight red dress. She presses a red-tipped nail at my chest. “I know you,” she slurs her words.
I shake my head. “I don’t think so.”
The bartender hands me my drink, and I nod at him, turning my back to the bar to check out the party. I watch as couples dance together on the makeshift dance floor.
Everyone else is gathered in tiny clusters, scattered around the large house.
The staircase is roped off, and the outside has many more people mingling about out there. Twinkling lights glitter against the night sky, and I spot Posey out there, standing all alone, looking out across the light-blue waters of the ocean. Just moments ago, she was standing with Bane. Now, he remains behind, engrossed in conversation with some government officials.
“You’re Ledger Thorne,” the woman says beside me.
I nod at her. “You’re correct. Congrats. Now, if you’ll excuse me,” I say, walking away, heading outside right to Posey.
She’s like a magnet, and I can’t stay away from her.
I should go say my hellos to Bane. I should mingle. I should be watching his crew to see if anything looks out of the ordinary, but instead of all of that I find myself wanting to steal one minute alone with Posey.
“Hi,” she says before I’ve even gotten to her. She faces away from me, her long brown hair in waves down her back.