Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 147801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
He’s kissing me like he’s worshipping me, and I vibrate, my whole body melting into his, stroking him everywhere, touching his hair, his face, his jaw.
Because we’re in a relationship.
Kayden and I are together—have been for a while, apparently, because V is an idiot.
He needs his own Reddit thread.
Anyway, if time could just stop right now, that’d be great. Thanks.
When I wake up, it’s ten in the morning, and I curse myself for it. Must be because I barely slept, keeping an eye on Kayden’s fever.
He’s left me breakfast and a text.
Kayde
You looked so peaceful, I didn’t want to wake you up. You can skip the morning classes, but I can’t.
Thanks for last night, baby (the taking care of me and the mind-blowing fuck). See you tonight.
So, yeah, I kind of changed his name from Devil to Kayde a while ago.
I’m even contemplating My Man, but my demons might revolt from the cringe overdose.
After a shower, I sit on our bed, absentmindedly petting Moka while typing.
Me
Is your fever down?
Yes. Thanks to you.
I just didn’t want the hassle of dealing with your corpse.
Your hot and cold moods are so fucking adorable.
Murderous, not adorable.
Adorable little monster. Is that better?
Hmm, undecided. I’ll let you know when you come home tonight.
Will you ambush me just so I’ll shove you down and make you choke on my cock?
Maybe I’ll do it naked.
Behave. Don’t make me hard when I’m on my way to class.
Or what?
Or I’ll bend you over my desk and punish you, baby.
Don’t threaten me with a good time, Professor.
Fucking Christ. I said behave.
Mk ig.
Full words, Gareth.
MMM OKAY I GUESS.
Don’t yell.
Don’t be a dinosaur.
You’ll be punished for that, brat.
Me: Shaking in my boots *cat hiding GIF*
He left me on Read, probably because he’s in class.
I’m bummed I didn’t see him this morning, but I could always swing by his office on campus.
Since that day he punished me for the first time, it’s become a thing, and honestly? I love the thrill of it.
Not that I should see him before tonight, but I already miss him. It’s not even funny how much I want to be with him at all times.
There has to be a name for this disease. Maybe I’ll ask Reddit and let them troll me again. I definitely need to tell V the good news about the relationship and call him out on his stupid advice.
He’ll probably tell me this is totally normal and call me dramatic.
I’m starting to suspect V knows exactly who I am, but like me, he probably prefers it this way.
After I get dressed, I sit at the kitchen counter, eating breakfast and playing with Moka.
When my phone vibrates, I grin, popping a strawberry in my mouth and grabbing it. I knew Kayden couldn’t stay away.
But my smile vanishes the second I see the text is from an unknown number.
Unknown
Your PI is lying to you.
Attached is a video.
My ears ring as I click on it.
A mist of red clouds my vision as I watch a happy couple walking down the aisle, laughing as confetti falls around them and cheers erupt from the crowd.
The cheers are so loud, they rattle my bones like I’m hearing them from underground.
But I can’t tear my gaze away from the bride’s and groom’s glowing, blissful smiles.
I can’t look away from the tall stunning brunette and the tiny lily tattoo on her wrist—the same tattoo I’ve seen countless times before.
I can’t look away from Kayden and his wife.
29
KAYDEN
“Kayden Lucas Davenport.”
I wince at Mom’s voice as I tap my pen on the desk. She only uses my full name when she’s mad.
And she’s almost never mad.
Leaning back in my campus office chair, I let my gaze wander to the neatly organized files in front of me. It’s impossible not to think about the last time I bent my little monster over this desk—his moans, groans, and the way he called my name in that hoarse, aroused voice he reserves just for me.
Only me.
The thought of anyone else seeing him like that, hearing him like that, makes my vision haze red.
But then again, I’ve already decided—there will be no one after me.
Never.
“Is it true?” Mom’s voice quivers, pulling me back. “Did you use my last name and go all the way to the UK for Cassandra?”
“It’s not what it seems,” I say, keeping my tone calm. “Is Mom Jina there?”
“I’m here, Kay,” Mom Jina replies, her tone gentler. “But I won’t interfere. Rachel wants the truth, and she deserves that. We both do.”
“There’s no truth, really,” I reply absently, glancing at my watch—the one Gareth got me. It’s the least expensive of the bunch, and I only wear it because he pouts when I don’t.
And when I do? That wide smile of his stabs me in the chest faster than one of his arrows.
“No truth?” Mom’s pacing. I can hear it in her voice. Fuck. That’s not good. “You said you needed time away from the pressure back home. That you wanted to escape Grant, the company, and the organization. You said you wanted to clear your head and be closer to us.”