Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 104490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 418(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 418(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
Her hand ran over a black fur pillow, which sat on a huge, leather sectional. “This is your place, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
Lake looked back at him. “How long have you had it?”
He shrugged. “For a few months or so. I finished it just a little before graduation.”
Right before we saw each other again.
She didn’t know what had happened in those months after they had first kissed but whatever it was, she didn’t think the lightness in him came out very often during it. The dark side of Vincent mostly had its say in designing his place; however, she could see the few touches of his good side. Looking around, someone would think the two sides fought each other. However, they didn’t; they complimented each other and made the place one.
Looking back at him, she knew he was waiting for her approval as he stood in his blood-stained, white shirt.
“It’s perfect, Vincent.” Just like you.
Maybe she was crazy and demented for thinking that, but the way he always treated her made it easy for her to justify her feelings.
Lake walked toward him and the closer she came, the more tortured he looked.
“I need a shower.” He started unbuttoning his bloody shirt as he walked away when she got about a foot from him.
She stared at him blankly as he went up the glass stairs. The feelings of hurt and confusion returned, and she wrapped his jacket around her tighter in an attempt to hug herself. She didn’t understand what she was doing wrong, and the feelings she was getting from him were so mixed, only increasing her confusion.
He had flirted with her non-stop for a whole month, and just a short while before, he had basically forced her to perform a lap dance. Then, after months and months, they kissed in the elevator, only for him to reprove her by pulling away when she tried to kiss him back and pull him closer.
She had to admit that she wanted him so badly, and she knew he wanted her, too. She didn’t know how much longer she could take him pulling away from her, though.
Lake was getting sick at herself for how much her body wanted his after merely thinking about him unbuttoning the shirt riddled with bloodstains.
I’m just as insane.
Chapter Forty-One
Forgive Me, Father, For I Have Sinned
Lake slowly walked up the steps when she realized there was nowhere else to go. Vincent was her ride home and after the night he’d had, she knew running away from him wasn’t going to make him very happy. As much as she would like to run, it was only going to make things far worse for her. It definitely wasn’t wise to test Vincent after he had practically tried to kill a man. Besides, she had spent a month with him, day and night, and had learned how to handle him. Although, she did feel a little bit over her head as she realized their relationship might be taking a turn.
I’ve got this under control. Nothing is even going to happen.
Going up the last step, a huge bedroom greeted her, stopping her in her tracks. The big bed took center of attention, and it looked luxurious with the black silk sheets shining from the city lights.
Taking the last step and making it onto the second floor, she felt like she was on a balcony. You could see the rest of the apartment from the top. Lake particularly liked looking at the gourmet kitchen. A month before she might have been surprised, but with coming to know Vincent better, she had found out he enjoyed cooking and was surprisingly good at it.
The décor on the second floor matched the rest of the house, even if it was only one huge bedroom. Walking around, she could hear the shower running from behind a door. She wondered what magical things were in his bathroom, apart from his gorgeous body. She had a strong feeling the bathroom was just as awesome as the rest of his place.
Seeing another door, she went forward and opened it, revealing a huge closet.
Jesus Christ, that’s a lot of suits.
There was a perfect line of suits separated by items. She didn’t think she was ever going to understand how in the world he was so immaculate. Not only did he keep his looks that way, but his house and even his goddamn closet were just as flawless.
Turning around and wanting to vomit from his sheer perfection, she caught a glimpse of herself in a mirror. She felt like one big, fat lie. Her makeup hid her flawed face, and her big, curled hair hid the fact that it was actually thin and paper straight. Hell, even her boobs were a lie in the corset, as it actually made them appear bigger than they were.
Seeing the outline of the wadded-up cash she had stashed in her boobs, she pulled it out and shoved them down in Vincent’s jacket pocket, which she was still wearing. It made her feel cheap in a way, and she was sure that Perfect Vincent could only like her for the same reason all the men downstairs did. In her mind, there was no way a god like him could possibly want a trailer trash, white girl like her.
Her eyes were caught by something in the mirror. Turning back around, she looked at the end of his closet. Everything was perfectly in place, but she noticed something sticking out.
Walking toward it, she grabbed a hangar holding a black garment. Why does he have this? Staring at it, she didn’t know what to think.
Lake’s eyes moved to the entry of the closet to see Vincent standing with nothing other than a towel wrapped around his hips.
“Did you keep Adalyn’s dress?” she asked, licking her dry lips.
He started going through his clothes, looking for something to wear. “Fuck no, I burned it.”
Lake looked back at the black dress she had worn that night to Poison. “Then why did you keep mine?”
“I couldn’t bring myself to burn it. You looked too fucking hot in it.”