Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 90721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
After doing my business on autopilot, I sat on the closed toilet lid for well over five minutes trying to decide what to do. I wasn’t sure of much, but there was one thing I was sure of, and that was that I couldn’t handle the double life.
I’d caught on to too many things lately that bothered the ever-loving shit out of me. Why did he send me to a seat when he could’ve taken me to his office and let my sit with him on his big motherfucking couch? Why did he have some chick wrapping his hands when I could’ve done that with twice the efficiency, and triple the competence?
What exactly had the two of us shared other than sex? Did we talk about hopes and dreams, or our future? No. We didn’t. Sebastian didn’t know that I wanted four kids. He didn’t know that I wanted to go back to school to get my Master’s degree. Didn’t know that I wanted to live in a two-story house with an in ground pool in the backyard since I was a young girl.
Hell, he didn’t even know that I was so broke I could barely afford the gas to get to his house on a weekly basis. I’d been scraping by ever since I’d purchased my house. I had a ton of student loan debt on top of having bills that came with owning my own home.
Well, I could at least fix that part, couldn’t I? As of right now, I wouldn’t be driving to his house at all. Wouldn’t need to. Because I was done. Now I just had to figure a way to get out of this god-forsaken place and get back home.
“Shiva, you’re up in five, you ready?” A voice called into the room beyond me.
I breathed a sigh of relief. There, I could leave as soon as he did.
“Yeah, I’ll be right out.” His deep voice rumbled.
I heard it really well, which meant he was close to the bathroom door. Luckily, I’d locked it, because I just couldn’t face him right now.
“Baylee, you all right? You need anything?” Sebastian called through the door.
I snorted. “No, I’m peachy.”
My response must’ve been muffled from the door, because he didn’t pick up on the extreme sarcasm I’d infused into that comment.
“Okay, well I’m going to head out. Shiloh went to the locker room to see James. Do you remember how to get back to your seat?” He asked me.
“Yes.” I clipped.
“Okay.”
He left after that, and I gave it another five minutes before I left the locked bathroom.
To my relief, the office was empty when I made my way out.
The papers that had recently been on his desk were gone, leaving only the gleaming top of the massive wooden desk in its wake.
Had he put them up because I was in here alone?
What did it even matter if he did?
That’s right, it didn’t. If he’d wanted me to know, he would’ve told me a long time ago, wouldn’t he?
The door opened across the room from her, and Tillie sauntered in, the skirt she’d been wearing before replaced by some spandex number that left even less to the imagination. It’d seemed impossible to me before, but now I knew it was, in fact, possible to be wearing less, with more on.
“Sebastian sent me in here to show you to your seat.” she sneered.
I smiled, sadly. He hadn’t wanted my in here by herself.
“Actually, can you take me to Shiloh?” I asked sweetly.
After giving me the once over, she turned and huffed her way out the door.
I was about to follow her when the black hat that Sebastian always wore caught my eye, hanging on a peg right next to the door frame.
On a whim, I pulled it off and stuffed it up the back of my sweatshirt, thankful that the garment hung loosely on me or I’d never have been able to pull it off.
I had to hurry to catch up to Tillie’s bounding strides, and was nearly panting in exertion as I finally came to a stop at a room that was labeled ‘locker room.’
“They’re in here.” She said, indicating the marked door before stomping away.
Instead of entering, I knocked, and only had to wait two or so minutes for a very disheveled Shiloh to open the door.
“Hey,” she said breathlessly.
I smiled. Well, tried to, but I didn’t think I was very successful.
“I need a ride to my car. Can you take me back to Sebastian’s place? Something came up.” I lied.
Shiloh stood up straighter and nodded, pulling the door open all the way and stepping to one side. “Sure, I didn’t drive, but James’ll let me take you in his truck.”
James was leaning against a padded bench with his arms crossed over his naked chest.
He was wearing a sweaty pair of gray cotton shorts, and sweat was dripping down his body in rivulets.
I really wasn’t in the right mind because the sight of the man leaning in front of me did absolutely nothing for me. Not even a twinge.
“Is that all right, J?” Shiloh asked James.
At his nod, she walked over to a bag in the corner of the room and pulled out a key ring with no less than thirty keys on it.
I avoided eye contact with the very perceptive James, and moved slowly out the door so I didn’t have to answer the man’s questions that lingered in his eyes.
“You sure you’re okay?” Shiloh asked as she joined me.
I nodded but didn’t say anything.
“Alright, well James parked in the back where the club parks. This way is easier.” she said, indicating a different direction than the one I was taking.
I turned and started heading in the direction Shiloh had indicated.
It was a much shorter way to go.
Well, figures. Sebastian had dropped me off at the front door. She’d thought originally it was because he didn’t want me to walk far. But the back way, where Shiloh was leading me, was much shorter.
Shiloh led me past a long line of bikes, Sebastian’s truck, and then even more trucks until she stopped at James’ truck and hit the locks.