Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
She grimaced, her eyes instantly shutting. The hurt was plain as day on her face. She didn’t try to hide it. Her hands slid down my chest to her sides, defeated. It took everything inside me not to place them back on me again.
“Watch her. See what happens to you if you don’t this time,” I ordered my men, then turned and left not looking back. I couldn’t handle seeing the disappointment on her face.
I sifted through the crowd, making my way toward my office, to find out what the fuck was so important that I needed to be here. I honestly didn’t think the night could get any fucking worse.
“Fucking-A,” I spewed as soon as I saw a drugged out Austin Taylor, sitting in the seat in my office.
Briggs had left him a few months ago for reasons I didn’t want to get into. She just showed up on my goddamn door, late one night saying she needed a place to crash for a few days. Lexi was actually the one who answered the door and I almost bit her fucking head off for being so careless. I’m sure she was dying to get to know Briggs but I made sure that didn’t happen.
I spent the next fucking hour dealing with Austin, when all I wanted to do was be with Lexi. I actually wanted to fucking apologize, and tell her I didn’t mean it. Tell her whatever I needed to, to make things right again. I couldn’t get out of there soon enough. Finally, after what seemed like forever I was able to go back and find her. Leaving Austin in my office to sleep off his drug-induced haze, wanting to know where the fuck Briggs was.
I couldn’t help but feel responsible for him, thinking how much I had to do with his addiction. I shook that off like I did everything else that night.
“Boss, we didn’t—” I shoved him out of the way as I took in a drunk-ass fucking Lexi.
“Who the fuck gave it to her?” I seethed, trying to remain calm, but my limits were being pushed to the max.
“Well, you said to make sure she was taken care of,” he explained, gesturing to her dancing on the fucking table.
“I meant for you to make sure she was protected not let her become two sheets in the wind! Now get the fuck out of my face,” I yelled, shaking my head, ready to put some goddamn bullets in these worthless sons of bitches’ heads. I was over to her in two strides, reaching for her hands, pulling her down and over my shoulder. Carrying her off the table.
“Heeeeeyyyyyy… I was dancing… I don’t even likes yous anymores…” she slurred, reeking of whiskey, vodka, and God knows what the fuck else. Protesting by slapping my back and kicking her legs.
I sat us down on the leather couch, placing her swaying body next to me, her head spinning with a glazed over look in her eyes. She could barely hold her head up. Just one more thing to add to the clusterfuck of a night I was having.
“Boss, she’s fine. She’s just a little drunk,” Rick assured, trying to save his sorry ass.
As if on cue, Lexi leaned over toward me, and threw up in my lap. I held her hair back, scooting her face toward the floor as she continued to heave liquid, until she couldn’t anymore.
I shot him a menacing glare. “Obviously, she’s fucking not.”
“I’m sooooo sorry…” Lexi drunkenly giggled. “I feels betters though…”
I leaned her back up against the couch, wiping her mouth with a napkin. Ripping the glass of water from one of my men’s hands.
“Lexi, drink this.” I placed the glass near her lips.
“No… no… more… no more… drinkies.” She shook her head from the glass. Pushing it away, causing me to drop it. It shattered upon impact with the floor, near our feet.
“Fuck me,” I murmured, frustrated.
She peered up at me through her lashes, grinning. “You… don’t’s let’s me…”
I shook my head, trying hard as fuck not to laugh. Even drunk as shit, she was still fucking adorable. I cleaned my slacks up as best as I could, before standing and picking her up into my arms, cradling her like a baby. She leaned in, nestling into my chest, sighing in contentment as her body went lax, almost immediately passing out. She stayed just like that the entire ride back to my penthouse. Snuggled in my arms, softly snoring. I took her straight into her room, and stripped the clothes that smelt like puke off her body.
She inhaled my scent and half moaned, “Alejandro,” as I gently laid her on the bed. She spread out like a cat, stretching then curling up into a ball. I quickly walked to my bedroom, and changed out of my soiled pants, went into the bathroom, and grabbed three Ibuprofen from my medicine cabinet. Making my way back into her room. Padding down the hallway, needing to get back to her. She hadn’t moved.