Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
“What? Are you going to kill me?” I ask, tilting my head at the security guard.
“Kill you?” He throws his head back and starts laughing at me. What a prick. I glare at him as his eyes meet mine again. “It’s to jimmy the door unlocked.”
“Oh.”
“I would break the window, but I don’t want the kid getting hurt.”
“Whatever.” I don’t know what else to tell him. I’m in unknown territory and not prepared for this bullshit. Wow. Three thousand bucks wasn’t worth the stress or ramifications.
“Don’t whatever me. What are you like, sixteen?” Asshole.
“I’m nineteen.” He backs up and slides me away from the door, opening it and hitting the unlock button. He doesn’t say a word. Instead, he goes around and takes the little boy and his seat out. He walks straight toward a large black SUV.
“Are you coming?” he questions, as if he’s willing to leave me here. I trust him with his kid, so I made the decision to go with him. Or so that’s the excuse I’m going with.
I grab my purse and the diaper bag. I watch him struggle to put the car seat in, so I hiss. “Let me do it.” He gets out of my way as I adjust the car seat and Max.
“Get in,” he growls, growing impatient.
He doesn’t help me into the truck, even though it’s fucking massive. In fact, he does his best not to glance at me. I barely have my seatbelt stretched out before he begins driving toward the exit. I click it quickly, then straighten it as best I can. We don’t get out of the garage before the flash of multiple cameras comes out of nowhere. Oh my goodness, we’re being filmed.
“Did you call the press?” he snarls at me, gritting his teeth and staring straight ahead. His knuckles turn white as he tightens his grip on the wheel.
“No, I didn’t. I don’t want my face in the media,” I respond, ducking my head, pretending to dig through my purse. My image plastered all over wouldn’t be a good thing. My parents’ dealers might still be looking for payback. Although I doubt it, the fear has always been there.
“Why? You’re beautiful. Wouldn’t you want to get noticed? Isn’t that your goal of pulling this stunt?” he challenges me, but I’ve learned never to have arguments in the car with people driving. It was dangerous and you could get hurt. My parents and I had been in an accident because they’d been arguing and that led to a serious drug problem.
I refuse to answer him because he’s being a dick. This kid looks like him. Mr. Hart can deny it all he wants, but I have no doubt the kid is his. I’ve seen the way he looks at the boy. He sees it, too, but he’s in denial. I guess this fucks up his pretty, fancy-free life.
Chapter 3
Liam
We drive in tension filled silence as I try to control my raging emotions. There is so much to say and do, but I don’t think I have it in me to have a rational conversation with her. The media is all over the story and I’m worried about the repercussions. Even though I’m angry, I can’t help but steal glances at her. She’s too damn beautiful to ignore, but I have to do it. She’s using me as a scapegoat and ruining my business, but I’m not sure why.
I can’t believe I brought her ass to my place, which will only fuel the lies and rumors online. Why am I not having her ass arrested?
I can’t fathom how much I’m letting my dick guide me. For the first time in my life, I’m dying to sink my dick deep inside a woman. Fuck, she’s gorgeous, but she has too much attitude for a woman in her situation.
We finally made it into my building where security could keep any press at bay. I lead her up to my condo, but the air in the elevator is so thick with her scent that I give us as much distance as possible.
I lead her to the hallway and grumble. “Here. Take him to the room over there. Until I can silence the press, you aren’t leaving this damn condo. Do you hear me?” I have no freaking idea where that came from, but this is a mess. One giant circus and that little boy is not my monkey. That’s something I can attest to without fear.
“Are you holding me hostage?” I rub my thumb and finger between my eyes. It’s nutty how I could even be mixed up in something like this. I’m fighting between kissing her and bending her over and spanking her ass.
“Hostage? No. But you’re not leaving, so you better get comfortable for a long stay. End of story.” Before the damn cameras started flashing, I wanted to keep her with me. Now I have an excuse to lock her down in my home. It’s a sick and twisted thought because she’s not the kind of woman I should want. She’s a liar and a con artist, but I can’t stop my brain from shouting, “She’s mine.”