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)
“My name’s Julie.” She extended out her hand.
“I asked for a drink, not your fucking name.”
Her eyes dilated. See, here was the fucked up thing about women. They loved men like me. No matter how much of an asshole I was to them, they still wanted to get down on their knees, and deep throat my fucking cock.
The shittier I was, the better I’d fuck them.
Lexi proved to be no different.
I’ve fucked up so many times already when it came to her, I was surprised I could still fucking see straight. I lost all reason with her. I’d been protecting her for years. I couldn’t help myself. Soon enough she’d realize just how dangerous of a thing my protection was. I needed to get her out of my head, which was fucking funny considering she was in my penthouse.
She wanted me, maybe as much as I wanted her. There was no way in hell I would ever allow it to happen. I had to prove to her this illusion she had in her mind about me, about us…
Was just that.
A fucking fantasy.
A creation of a fairy tale in her mind.
I didn’t do happily ever afters, and the sooner she realized who I really was, the better.
My phone rang, pulling me away from my thoughts. “Habla,” I answered, “Talk.” Waving off the chick to fetch my drink. She rolled her eyes, strutting away. Purposely swaying her ass with every step.
“Boss, the girl is fucking crying.”
“She has a name, asshole. It’s Lexi. Learn it.”
“Got it, Boss. Lexi’s crying.”
“What do you expect me to do about it? Read her a fucking bedtime story?”
“I just thought you’d like to know. You told us to keep you informed.”
I spoke through gritted teeth. “About her safety, not hormonal bullshit. I want you to make sure she’s safe. That’s what I’m fucking paying you for. Not to call me and waste my fucking time because the girl is having a fucking meltdown.”
“Should I… go in there? Maybe try to calm her—”
“You touch her, I’ll rip your fucking cock off, and make you sit on it, mierda,” I spewed, “Fuck” and hung up. Throwing my phone on the bar. “Whose balls do I have to bust to get a goddamn drink around here?” I roared, looking all around me. Leaning my elbow on the hard surface, pulling at my hair again. Making a mental note to fire the son of a bitch.
“Everything okay?” the same familiar voice shyly asked, setting my drink down in front of me. “I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop. I just heard… I mean… it sounded… really bad,” she breathed out.
I took a swig of my bourbon. “My, my, whatever the fuck your name is, what big ears you have.”
I could feel her anxiety searing off of her onto the makeshift bar between us. “I’m sorry,” she added, wiping down the surface with a wet rag.
“What exactly are you sorry for?” I asked, finally looking up from my drink. “The fact that you can’t mind your own goddamn business, or the fact that you’re throwing yourself at me when you know damn well you shouldn’t be,” I paused to let my words sink in. “I’m the wolf, the one your momma warned you to stay away from.” Downing the rest of my liquor, I slid the empty glass toward her. Signaling for another.
“I just… I wanted to make sure everything was alright. Friendly conversation. Remember, I’m Julie. That phone call seemed intense, that’s all,” she flirted, making her way around the bar, standing beside me. Placing my drink in front of me.
I looked down at the glass, ignoring her advances as I brought the bourbon up to my mouth. “Ah.” I smacked my lips together, savoring the fiery liquid moving down my throat. I looked up, grinning, taking in her curvy body as she leaned against the bar. I watched her swallow hard. Taking in my penetrating stare, licking her perfect dick-sucking lips.
Baiting me.
“Let’s cut the bullshit.”
“Excuse me?” she replied, surprised.
“Say it.”
She raised her eyebrows. “Say what?”
“You want me to fuck you.”
She gasped. “How dare you?
I grinned again, cocking my head to the side. “How dare I what? Speak the truth? Come on, sweetheart, aren’t we a little old to be playing games?”
She blushed, and it looked so revealing on her light complexion.
“Don’t play shy… Julie,” I said, accentuating her name. Grazing her name badge that was placed on her left tit, with my finger. “It only turns me on more. I love the chase. It’s the wolf in me.” I pushed off the stool, placing my glass beside me.
She took three steps back as I came at her, the wall stopping her momentum. I smiled, caging her in with my arms. She sucked in another breath, her minty flavor scent hitting my senses.
I leaned in near her hair and inhaled her smell of vanilla and honey. “You smell edible,” I groaned, running the tip of my nose against her cheek and smiling.