Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 82411 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82411 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Living in a clubhouse, with only a bedroom available to escape everyone else? That could easily be traumatizing.
My phone vibrates in my pocket, but I don’t reach to pull it free. I rarely get phone calls, and when I do, it’s never anyone I want to speak with. I’ve made arrangements with Andrew for my apartment, car, and everything else left behind, so that leaves only one person who would be calling. Honestly, I’m surprised it took her this long to reach out.
“Do you need to get that?”
“Hmm?” I say, turning my head to look at him.
“Your ringing phone?”
“You can hear that?” I ask, more as a distraction until the ringing stops than anything else.
“Great ears, sweetheart,” he says, tapping the side of his head.
“It’s nobody,” I assure him.
“How do you know that without looking?” he challenges.
I smile at him, but he’s slow to return it.
“You don’t have a boyfriend, do you?”
Devyn makes a squeaking sound from the passenger seat, telling me that she has overheard every word.
I dart my eyes to Legacy, wondering if the man is annoyed with the way he’s rolling his lips between his teeth or if he’s trying to keep from smiling.
It makes me feel like the butt of a joke I’m not privileged enough to have heard.
“Didn’t take you for the jealous type,” I say, trying my best to hide my true annoyance.
These people don’t have a right to judge me, and I have to keep in mind that they deserve that same respect from me. Hating them for no reason would be exactly what others have done to me.
You get what you put in, Dr. Miller has told me more times than I can count.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he says, his eyes dipping to my mouth.
It has the ability to turn that simmering fire inside of me into a heat hot enough to melt metal.
I dart my eyes back to the front of the vehicle, embarrassment warming my face.
There’s no apology in his eyes for the way he has to know he’s making me feel.
“Stop,” I hiss.
He licks his lips, and I ache for that tongue to lick all over my body.
“Asshole,” I mutter, turning my attention back to the fields racing by out the window.
A chuckle fills the vehicle, and I don’t know if it was Legacy or Derrick who laughed. What I do know is that my mood shifts, and I gain a little confidence that I’ve made a good decision about leaving Lindell.
That confidence fades quickly when we make it through TSA and are standing in the terminal for our flight.
“Don’t be nervous,” Derrick whispers as he steps up behind me and wraps his arms around my body.
“I’m not.”
He turns me in his arms, his jaw working, and I wish I knew him better. Then, maybe, I’d be able to tell what he’s feeling rather than trying to guess. Nine times out of ten, I’ll get it wrong.
“Let’s make a promise never to lie to each other. What do you say?”
“I’m not a liar.”
“You are,” he says, lifting my hand and holding my arm out, his grip loose on my wrist.
I pull my hand away when I notice the tremble in my fingers.
“I’ve never been on a plane,” I say, but he already knows this.
“It’s an adventure,” he tells me. “Today is full of firsts for us.”
“I bet you’ve been on a lot of planes.”
“Hundreds of flights,” he confirms. “But I’ve never been on a flight with my wife. It’s a first for me.”
“We will not be joining the mile-high club today, Derrick Lee.”
I regret the words that slipped out when his eyes dart away for the briefest of seconds, telling me he’s already a member.
“You need to know that you can tell me anything without fear of repercussion.”
I nod, but just how honest can I be when I don’t even know if my own head is telling me the truth. I’m not clinically insane or anything. I don’t hear voices. But there are times I can’t get certain thoughts out of my head until I act on them, and those times usually end up with repercussions. Just ask Kalen Alexander about the wedding registry.
“You should have a million frequent flyer miles,” I tell him once we settle into our seats on the plane.
“We normally fly private,” he tells me.
“Ooo,” I croon in a sarcastic way. “Fancy.”
“You’ll get that privilege,” he says. “We’ll fly into Albuquerque and then take the club jet back to Farmington.”
“Wonderful,” I say, looking down the aisle at the others taking their seats, rather than looking out the window as if I’m a toddler believing that if I can’t see it, it isn’t happening to me.
Derrick clasps my hand in his lap, the heft of his cock right under my hand, and it’s almost enough to distract me when the heavy door to the plane is pulled closed. I have to squeeze my eyes closed when we start rolling backward. I keep them that way, my ears picking up on every noise the plane makes, hearing it louder than those chatting in the seats around me.