Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
“We need to shower.” He placed a kiss on my forehead and then graciously climbed out of bed.
Now that he’d mentioned it, I couldn’t think of anything better to do. I was covered in sweat with come trickling down my inner thigh. I sat up and accepted the hand waiting to take mine.
I frowned at my reflection. If I made it through this whole day without some cheek slippage someone could color me surprised. This uniform was all I had here which truly fucking sucked because it was obvious it belonged to Brianna, or at least a girl with an ass much smaller than mine. I had a G-Wagon. The skirt was for a Fiat, at best.
There wasn’t anything I could do about it. Going all the way home would only put me behind on time. Not to mention I’d have to see my parents and I was far from ready for that encounter. I wasn’t ready to go to school either, but it was the lesser of all my evils right now.
I checked my reflection one last time and gave myself a satisfied nod. I’d combed out my hair and applied the bare minimum of make-up, using the only tools I had in my bag. I didn’t look like a model, but I was cute enough to survive the glam-infested battleground of Pesadilla Prep.
I flipped off the bathroom lights and made my way downstairs. There still was no sign of Judas’ mom or dad. No indication that they lived here too, making me almost one hundred percent sure this giant house was bought solely for him and his friends. That put things into a not-so-nice perspective.
I’d already known Judas was loaded. It was a given for anyone who attended Pesadilla. Something told me his family’s wealth was on a broader spectrum than most that were well-off in Crudele. If I were to believe everything Judas had disclosed about my family, we weren’t too far behind some of those people.
The thing is, I didn’t believe all that Judas told me. I would be an idiot to trust the same person who promised to destroy my world. I was struggling with the fact that I’d started to fall in love with him.
Right, this minute I was trying to figure out where he’d wandered off to.
He was nowhere in sight. He had wisely excused himself from our shared shower session before it turned into something else. That was a whole twenty-five minutes ago.
I entered the kitchen and ignored the hunger pangs that promptly began poking my insides to get my attention. I never skipped breakfast, until today. I wasn’t going to raid Judas’ fridge. I hadn’t come in here for food, anyways. My feet carried me this way due to morbid curiosity.
I swallowed, drawing a quick breath to calm my nerves as I approached the door that led out to the garage. It surprisingly wasn’t locked, the knob turned without any resistance.
I stepped inside and looked around the vacant space. The windows were no longer all blotted out, allowing early morning sunshine to stream through the frosted glass.
This was my first time being back in here since the night everything went down. Standing here now, no one could know that my ex had been killed in this very room. Anything remotely suspicious was long gone, leaving not a shred of evidence to prove the garage had been used as a make-shift torture chamber.
No blood.
No knives or guns.
Most notably, no body.
Where was the body?
“Looking for evidence?”
I shut my eyes and silently exhaled before turning to face him. Silver gaze resting squarely on me, he was as cool and gorgeous as ever, dressed down in his uniform. I wish I could say he was joking but I wasn’t sure if that were the case.
“Why would I need proof of something I saw with my own eyes?”
He crossed the threshold and joined me inside the garage, his posture relaxed as he swaggered closer to where I was standing. I wasn’t fooled by his stance for a single second. A relaxed Judas was almost worse than a tense one. At least then you knew he might strike.
I peered up at him waiting to hear whatever he had to say. He kept me in suspense, removing a hand from the pocket of his finely pressed dress pants to lift a piece of my damp hair.
“Because my principessa might panic when it all sinks in and think she should go to the police.” He rolled the strand between his thumb and pointer finger, staring at me with a detached look in his eyes.
I knocked his hand away and took a step back. “Did I go to the police after I helped you bury a body in the middle of the woods?”
“That was different.”
“Was it?”
“You weren’t fucking that man.”
“I wasn’t fucking Daxton either, but if you want all the details on the last time I did I’ll gladly share them with you.”