Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
She’s by my side and that’s where I want to keep her. Sex for the first time with her makes me insatiable. Sensations ricochet around my body that make me anxious for another round in that sweet cunt, but I let her sleep.
The way both of our stomachs growl lets me know I need to make something to eat. After covering her gorgeous body with the blanket, I head downstairs into the kitchen. The sun is shining bright as I put on some coffee in search of what to make Raina for breakfast. It only takes a second to see what I’m going to put together. There’s nothing wrong with a good steak or two cooked in a cast iron skillet. Eggs and home fries make for a solid breakfast.
When her phone starts to ring, I head out of the kitchen while the food cooks to see if she’s awake. I’m sure she’ll want to answer the call. Her blonde hair falls lazily to the side of her face as I enter the room where she’s sitting up in the bed.
Her eyes scan everything around her like she’s trying to remember where she is. Her phone buzzes on top of my dresser. After I toss it to her, I tell her to come down for breakfast and give her some space to get herself together.
Raina’s smile makes me want to climb back into bed, but there’s still food on the stove. By the time she comes downstairs, the smile is gone and she’s swiping back and forth across her phone’s screen. The sexual tension that’s usually between us is missing, and it worries me as she scrunches her face to look through her phone.
“What’s wrong, baby girl?” I ask, setting a plate of food in front of her.
“That fancy security system you put in is sending me notifications that I was in my apartment, but the police weren’t called or anything.”
“The alarm only alerts the police if the key isn’t used. But the cameras should have picked up anyone walking inside. Did any of the motion sensors go off?”
“No. I’m trying to find the recording from earlier, but this app isn’t exactly user-friendly.”
“I’ll mention that to my buddy the next time I speak to him. Let me see. I’ve been using the same system here for years.”
She hands me the phone, and I swipe through a few pages in the app to get to the camera footage. My heart races as I see Owen letting himself into her apartment.
“Fuck,” I mumble under my breath.
“What is it? Or who?”
“Owen was there.”
She lets out a sigh of relief. “For a minute, I thought Drew was up to something again.”
“Don’t worry about Drew. I don’t think he’d test me again.”
My words appear to have a soothing effect on her. “Probably not. What was Owen doing there?”
“I think he let himself inside and left his ledgers there,” I tell her. The look of confusion riding her face propels me to keep talking. “I spoke to him yesterday after someone broke into the office. I think they were looking for his ledgers since that’s what he’s using to corroborate his story with the feds. I want to go check it out.”
“Is that safe? What if someone saw him go there? What if they’re waiting for him to come back or even worse, me?”
“Baby girl, I’m not going to let anything happen to you. You don’t have to go back to that apartment ever again if you don’t want to. You can stay here as long as you like.”
That puts a smile back on her face. I nudge the plate closer to her.
“This smells good, Daddy,” she says with a grin.
“I hope it tastes good too. Eat up. I still think I should go see what Owen left in your apartment.”
“I don’t want to go back to my apartment, and I don’t want to stay here without you. What if someone comes while you’re gone? Or worse, what if Owen comes here and leads whoever’s looking for him right to your doorstep?”
I shake my head. “I don’t think Owen would do that. He most likely went to your place because I told him you were staying with me from now on. Your place is perfect if he wants to hide something and thinks Lorenzo doesn't know about you. But I understand and don’t want you to go anywhere you don’t feel safe. How about the shop?”
“The tattoo shop?” she asks between bites.
“Yeah. Angel knows what we’re up against, and I’m sure he and his wife won’t mind you hanging out for a few hours. I know it seems like we’re going in circles, but I think we should stay local and keep a low profile. You can hide out in the shop, get some work done or something.”