Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 39687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
He swam toward her, treading water as he moved around her. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he pulled her close. “I don’t hate you.”
“Not now, but you have.”
Pressing his lips against her neck, he bit down, and she let out a moan. He drew her back against his cock so she had no choice but to feel the evidence of his arousal. “You think if I hated you, I’d be able to want you as much as I do.”
“It’s just sex.”
“It’s more than sex. I’m exactly where I want to be.”
“One day, Marcus, you will see you can’t have everything you want.”
He spun her around, removing her bikini bottoms, and finding her entrance. He slid his dick inside her, feeling her tight heat wrap around him.
“Not today though.”
Chapter Nine
Three years ago
Marcus had far more interesting places to be than at a teenage girl’s party. Checking the time on his watch, he saw his family was no closer to leaving. There was an abundance of food and wine, so there would be no reason to cut the party short.
He was getting even more pissed as the day wore on.
The birthday girl wasn’t even enjoying the party.
Glancing around the Davises’ backyard, he didn’t catch sight of her. Some of her friends were in the pool. He doubted they were her friends as not one had even showed her an ounce of kindness.
He would bet this was organized by a party planner who had to find people to attend the party. Knowing the main Davis man as he did, he would put money on him bribing people to come.
As he headed into the house, several waitresses stopped to try to offer him a beverage and their services.
Marcus knew he was a good-looking man and could have any woman he wanted, and often did. He was never short of a fuck buddy or two. He didn’t do relationships, and none of the women he was with were ever allowed to contact him.
He always approached them, not the other way around.
Bored with the party, he made his way upstairs, and heard some soft singing as he got to the end of the long corridor near the bathroom.
One of the bedroom doors was ajar, and he glanced inside to see Laura, the birthday girl. She stood at her window, brushing her long brown hair, staring down at the garden.
“You know it’s rude to just watch. They’re all waiting for you,” he said.
She hadn’t spoken a word to anyone of the time she was attacked. He knew from experience she had suffered with nightmares afterward, but he hadn’t stopped by. He hadn’t seen her since the time he took her to his place in order to help her.
The moment she looked at him, her eyes went wide.
She’d grown in the past year, still too young to appreciate, but she was pretty.
“No one is waiting for me. This party is not for me, and there’s no reason to pretend otherwise.”
“Didn’t you ask for this?” He stepped into her room.
He expected something girly with actors’ and musicians’ posters on the walls, but it was all a plain cream color. No photographs lingered anywhere. There were several cushions spread around the window seats, but not a single teenage crush photo.
She laughed. “I asked for this? No. I didn’t want a party. I don’t even know half of the people downstairs. No one is missing me, and I just wanted to be alone.”
“Why?”
“Don’t you have other important things to do rather than be with me?” she asked.
“I do. I’m a busy guy. I’ve been forced to attend this party against my will.”
She laughed. “We’re both in the same boat. I hate it. It’s too pink. I mean, who really believes a young woman wants a girly party? They even brought giant floats for the pool. It’s lame.”
He looked past her shoulder to see a bunch of girls giggling in the pool. Some of the men were enjoying the view, and he wondered if any of them were of age. Again, he had no interest in girls’ parties.
“What would you have found enjoyable?”
“I don’t know.”
“What did you ask for?” he asked.
“I didn’t ask for anything.”
“Seriously? Your parents could have given you anything, and you didn’t get what you wanted.”
“I like to be alone. I’m not a party animal. I don’t need lots of people to be around me. You wouldn’t understand.”
“You’re right, I don’t. People are down there for your party. Rather than being a spoiled little brat moping, why don’t you go and appreciate what someone has done for you? Let’s face it, without a little bribing, no one would have turned up for your party. Now stop being a bitch.” He turned on his heel and walked away.
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Laura stared down at the boxes waiting for her in the bathroom, each one taunting her with what she was supposed to do.