Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 67324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Do I feel bad about using someone knowing they have feelings for me?
Nope.
Not right now.
Right now, I want to get the hell out of this town.
My phone rings just as I’m unpacking my things to put in the washing machine, and it’s Zariah. No doubt she’s checked in with Alarick and is wanting to see how I am. I don’t really want to talk to her right now, or anyone for that matter, but I know she’s not going to stop calling until I answer, so I pick up the phone.
“Hey sis,” I say, trying to make my voice sound chipper. It sounds fake even to me.
“What went on out there, Waverly?” she asks immediately, her voice stern.
“Nothing for you to worry about. There was one bad night. We sorted it out and things went smoothly after it.”
“You got drugged! Why didn’t you call me?”
“I lost my phone.”
“You got a new number, and texted it to me. You could have called or at least sent a more detailed message.”
She’s right; I could have.
I chose not to.
“You’re right, but honestly . . . I just didn’t want to talk to anyone. It was a long night and I was really embarrassed by the things I said and did. But I’m okay now.”
“Did Dax do something to you? Drug you? I swear to god, Waverly, I’ll kill him if he did.”
I laugh. “You’re way too badass sometimes. Honestly, I’m fine. He didn’t drug me; it was another girl he had there. He was actually good to me and made sure I was okay. I promise you I’m not hurt.”
Not physically, at least.
My pride, however . . .
“Okay, but you have to be careful. It’s already a dangerous group you’re hanging out with without other girls messing with you. I’d never forgive myself if something happened to you. Alarick said some of the club members want you pulled out; they think it’s way too unsafe. What are your thoughts on that?”
“I’m not quitting now. You all put me in there for a reason. We all knew the risks. I’m in there and I’m going to find out what we need. I’m not giving this up, Zariah. So the club can back off on that one.”
“Yeah, listen, I agree, but you need to be extra vigilant right now. It’s a dangerous situation.”
“I know.”
We chat for a few more minutes, and then I tell her I’ll catch up with her soon and that I need to rest. I hang up the phone and exhale, glancing around my room. I get back to my washing and pull out the wet and muddy clothes I was wearing the night Mykel fucked me. I have tried so many times to forget that event, but no matter how hard I force it down, it keeps coming back up.
The way his cock felt.
The way his hard body felt.
The way he held my hands above my head.
The way he kissed me.
I’ve had one-night stands before, and none of them have ever felt as passionate as that. Sex with Mykel had this intensity that I’ve never experienced, almost like it was loaded full of emotions just desperate to be released.
I shake my head and throw the clothes into the washing machine.
Avoiding Mykel is going to be hard, but I’ll do what I can to stay out of his way while I’m forced to stay in this house with him.
Knowing he’s at the club, I decide to go and see if maybe I can get into that locked room. Is it wrong? Well, sure, but do I care? Nope. I want to know what secrets he’s hiding behind that door. Nobody locks one door unless they have something to hide. I’m staying in his house; I should know what he’s hiding behind there. What if he’s some sort of serial killer?
I mean, it’s happened.
I’ve watched true crime docos.
I walk up to the door and rattle it. He’d have a key for it, and I can almost bet he’d keep it in his room. I walk over to his door and push it open, stepping into space. I’ve not been into this area before; he always keeps the door closed. I peer around and am quite surprised at how tidy it is. I mean, it shouldn’t shock me. He’s a clean man—I’ve already figured out that much.
I walk in a little farther and take in his bed that’s made up with dark covers, blue and black. It’s very masculine. He’s got a desk against the window, and a sofa with a television in the corner. Other than that, it’s quite plain, and I’m guessing that’s exactly how he likes it.
I walk over the soft carpet and head straight towards the desk, where I rummage around a little to see if I can find a key. Nothing there.