Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 81589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
“I imagine you are challenged in multiple ways,” Nicolo says. “And please, call me Nic.”
I blink and turn to look at him again. Call me Nic. Call me Nic? He stuck his dick in my mouth, and he never once asked me to call him Nic. I can’t describe the anger I’m feeling right now, just that I want to stab the man in the side of his head with my fork.
“Do you have something for me?” he asks her.
She giggles and drops her chin, a pink flush climbing her neck. She sets her glass on the table, stands, and plants herself on his lap like she belongs there. Her legs hang off one side, and her dress is so short I’m sure he can see her panties if he looks down… if she’s even wearing any.
I freeze in my chair, unable to look at my food, let alone consider eating it. Oh, god. I’m fucking jealous. Of some random bimbo climbing onto the lap of my kidnapper.
Damn it. I shouldn’t care. I should be happy he’s focusing his attention on someone else.
No. He can’t see this reaction. It would be yet another win, another way to torture me in his twisted games.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
She drapes her arm over his shoulder as she leans in seductively to whisper into his ear. His hand curls around her waist to hold her steady on his lap. Tears prick at the corner of my eyes, and I stand abruptly. I can’t sit here and watch this for another second.
“Excuse me, is there a restroom I can use?” I ask the other man.
He points to the doorway across the room. “You can go in there. There’s no exit, so don’t try to escape. You don’t want me to be the one who has to come after you.” I meet his dark eyes and nod.
Nicolo doesn’t even glance up as I wobble my way into the bathroom. I’m just glad I couldn’t hear what she was saying to him. I imagine he’ll take her back to the mansion and fuck her while I lie in bed next door, listening to the entire thing.
I hunch over the sink and focus on breathing. Obviously, I’d been under the assumption I meant more to him. Something he keeps disillusioning me of, and yet, my brain goes right back there. Maybe I am a spoiled princess if I can’t get it through my head that he doesn’t want me.
Matter of fact, I shouldn’t fucking want him, not when he’s planning my demise as we speak. The door opens, and I expect Nicolo to stalk in, demanding my presence. Maybe he needs dessert served over their naked bodies. It’s not Nicolo who comes walking in though, it’s the woman.
She’s even taller up close and comes around to splash some water on her face over the second sink. “Are you okay, honey?”
I nod, staring at her through the mirror. “I’m fine.”
When she faces me, she’s not the same woman who’d draped herself over Nic’s lap. “Are you sure?” she whispers.
I blink. “Are you offering to help me?”
She nods and waves her hand like duh. “Obviously.”
I know I’m gaping at her, but I can’t help it. She has to be joking. Either that or they sent her in here to test me.
“No, really. I’m fine. It’s…” I trail off because I can’t think of a convincing lie. “I’m fine. I don’t need your help,” I finish.
She gives me a nod and dries her hands. “Okay. If you change your mind, just let me know.”
She sounds so sincere. Can she actually be serious, or is she simply a superb actress? Of course, even if she is being honest, what could she possibly do? If she did help me, Nic would probably kill her for it, and he would never stop looking for me if I disappeared now.
We head back out of the bathroom together.
Nic turns to me at the table. “What were you two ladies talking about?”
I shrug and give him a little smile. “The usual. Lipstick, hair products, destroying the patriarchy.”
“Classics,” the other man says from behind his wine glass.
Soo, that’s his name. I study him closer. He’s Korean as far as I can tell, and he looks good in the navy suit he is wearing.
Nic turns his attention back to the other woman. “As I was saying, Reya,” he cups her hand and brings it to his lips, “please let me know if you can help me with my other problem.”
She giggles one of those fluffy sounds men seem to think are all for them. He runs his lips across the top of her knuckles and then down her fingers. “Of course, I’ll make it my special mission to attend to your request. For a solid tip, obviously.”