Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 71632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
I glance at her. “You’re goin’ to ask, so stop hesitatin’.”
“The girl ... you had tied up ...”
“Not my girlfriend.”
She snorts. “Calm down, that wasn’t what I was going to ask.”
I narrow my eyes at her. “Get to the point, sweetheart.”
She smiles. “I like it when you’re nice.”
“Saskia,” I warn. “You’re takin’ the train on a whole different route right now.”
She giggles. And I fucking like how it sounds.
“Right,” she says, still smiling. “Is that like a kink of yours? Tying up women? All day?”
I shrug. “She does whatever she thinks will keep me hangin’ around. She’s a wild spark in bed, like’s all that kind of shit, so I go along with it.”
Saskia bites her lip and frowns a little.
“What?” I ask her.
“Nothing.”
I grin, and her eyes drop to my lips. “Wouldn’t be a little jealous, would you?”
She grunts, but her cheeks flush. “Hell no, I’d have to like you to be jealous.”
My grin gets bigger. “Both know you like me.”
“As if,” she huffs. “I like you about as much as I like getting dog poop on my shoe. It’s extremely inconvenient.”
I chuckle, and she can’t help it, she breaks out in a grin.
“Okay,” she says.
“Okay, what?”
“I like you. Just a little.”
I roll over, grabbing her and bringing her down on top of me. When her face is only inches from mine, I say, “Always knew you did.”
She snorts. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
I flip her again, pinning her with my body, giving her a hungry look as my dick hardens between her legs.
“Guess what time it is?”
She blinks, and whimpers when I thrust against her. “What?”
“Time for round two.”
And round two fucking smashes round one outta the park.
Fuck yeah.
~*~*~*~
SASKIA
I only spent one day at my apartment this week, and that was purely because I felt guilty not being there. I started just after ten this morning, because technically I don’t have to be here today except to do a couple of basic things. Still, I needed the distraction. After everything that has been happening, I haven’t been able to think clearly, and being alone doesn’t help that.
Chantelle and I are going out with the biker babe girls tonight for drinks.
I can’t wait for that.
Girl time. Just what I need.
Mason told me they questioned the man from the other night and, apparently, he only came after me because he heard I was Enzo’s girlfriend, but it’s hard to know if he’s telling the truth or not. Malakai says he’s not convinced I’m out of danger, and I need to be a hundred percent diligent on making sure I’m careful about where I go and what I’m doing, and most of the time, I have someone with me. Though, right now, I don’t want someone with me all the time. So, I threw down, just a little, and they agreed so long as I keep the door locked when I’m here, I can be here alone.
It’s something, I guess.
I start my usual morning clean. Mason isn’t here, and by the looks, hasn’t been all night. I can’t help that my mind wanders to where he might have gone. I know he spends a lot of time at the club, but is that purely just to party and sleep with those girls they call club whores? Or is it because he just doesn’t like being here alone? I shrug it off, either way, and get to work.
I go straight up to the bedrooms. I’ll wash the sheets today. The weather is fine, so they’ll dry quickly outside. I go to Mason’s room first and open the door. It’s unlocked, so I’m completely shocked and taken back when I step in and see the same girl who was tied up on the bed in there again. Only she’s not tied up. She’s wearing lingerie and is sprawled across his bed, looking so fucking perfect it hurts my eyes to stare at her.
I don’t even know her fucking name.
“What the hell?” she snaps. “He told me today was a free day!”
He told her that?
Something strange clenches my chest, something unfamiliar, something I haven’t felt before. I rub my chest, confused. Why do I care if she’s here for Mason? I’m not even fully over Enzo, so why the hell do I feel like she just slapped me? Am I ... jealous? No. I can’t be. We’re just having fun. That’s all. Nothing more. Nothing less. I don’t care about him. Right?
No.
I pull myself together.
“Sorry to burst your bubble, sweetheart, but I’m here every day. And, last time I checked, he’s not here. I guess he didn’t get the memo.”
She scowls at me. “He’s aware I’m coming, it’s just you weren’t meant to be here.”
Did he say that?
God dammit, why is my body tingling and my chest clenching?
Stupid, stupid body.
Snap out of it.
“Well, I am here. And I have work to do.”