Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 98418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
"Fuck you!" I shove away from him and storm across the room through the sea of bodies. Somewhere along the line I've lost my tequila. Great, just great. I head to the kitchen to find some more. I find a bottle of Jaegermeister and down a shot before pouring another. My stomach shudders at the dark bitter liquid, but I ignore it. The alcohol is keeping the cluster-fuck that is my head at bay right now. Just as I go to pour a third shot, the bottle is snatched from my hand. He slams it on the counter top, nostrils flaring, eyes blazing. I open my mouth to tell him to do one, but my breath is cut off when his shoulder slams into my stomach.
"Theo, put me down!" He completely ignores me as he moves through the house, me thrown over his shoulder.
He eventually puts me down before turning around and locking a door behind him.
I look around at what is clearly a man cave. One half of the room is occupied by leather sofas and an enormous flat screen with various game console controllers strewn across the room. The other half is taken up by a pool table and a small bar sits in the corner of the room.
"You want to play pool?" I snort.
He stares at me unflinchingly. "No. I want to talk." He says coldly. His whole body is rigid tense, his breathing slow and deep. His muscular chest strains against his black t-shirt, the short sleeves showing his tattoos. Oh god he looks good. I take a deep breath. I'm now in a room alone with Theodore Ellis and I'm drunk. Drunk Lilly and hot Theo are not a good combination. Shit. Sober up Lilly. Do not do anything stupid.
He steps towards me and runs his hand down my arm, his fingers trace delicate lines on the underside of my wrist.
My mind has to work hard to clear through the tequila and Theo induced fog of desire and think coherently. If I stay in this room the likelihood of something happening between us is high. Oh who am I kidding it's a full blown guarantee. I need to leave now.
"We have nothing to talk about." I state bluntly. "I'm leaving." I turn towards the door but he pulls me back and encircles an arm around my waist.
"What were you doing with that guy just now?" His eyes meet mine and I can see the burning rage behind them.
"What did it look like?" I raise an eyebrow at him.
He exhales. "Okay. Why?" He meets my gaze with a startling intensity.
"Why do you fuck random women?" I ask with a smirk, catching him off guard slightly.
He shrugs. "Because I can, for an orgasm, who knows."
"Hmm, looks like you have your answer."
"If you want a fuck, then why not just find me." He strokes his thumb in rhythmic circles on my wrist.
I drop my gaze from his. "I don't want you." I answer.
"We both know that's a lie, but assuming I believed you. Why not?" His tone is clipped. Why not? Let me see, because you’re a dirty slut who’s screwed half the female population of London.
"Jesus Theo. We had sex once, that doesn't make this a fucking relationship. What, you just assume that's it now and I'll come to you when I need sorting out? You’re an arrogant prick. If I wanted an orgasm I'd use my bloody vibrator!" I try to wrestle out of his grip, but he holds on. His expression remains surprisingly calm.
He brings his face close to mine and for the first time I can smell whiskey on his breath. His eyes lock with mine, the intensity between us unnerving. "So you're not just looking for an orgasm...what are you looking for?"
"Fuck you." I spit at him. "None of your fucking business." He's hitting way to close to the mark and it's making me uncomfortable.
His voice becomes flat and cold. "Maybe you just like the attention, like to tease men.” He turns his cold glare on me.
I lean in until my lips almost touch his. “Fuck. You.” I say icily. The smile that touches his lips is just as cold. I try to snatch my wrist away but he won’t let go.
"What are you running from Lilly?" Everything, I think to myself. He’s treading a very fine line and it makes me snap. Who the hell does he think he is!?
“I’m not running. I’m walking away from a mistake.” I hold his gaze, and I don’t miss the flash of hurt behind his hard expression.
He wraps his fingers around the nape of my neck and speaks close to my ear. “Call it what you like, but you want me every bit as much as I want you. I just don’t lie about it.”
"I don't fucking want you Theo, why is that so hard for you to understand?!" I seethe. Before I know it I'm pinned against the pool table and his lips crash into mine angrily. I kiss him back in a dazed moment before shoving him away from me.