Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
“Did you see anyone?” he asks.
“No, I just got home. And all my shit is ruined,” I say, trying not to cry. Fuck. I mean, I have that four thousand dollars he gave me, which I was hoping to save. Now I guess I’ll have to use it to replace everything.
“Get in the car and lock the doors.” He pulls open the passenger door and I climb in, then he shuts it and stalks off. Who would have thought the very man I was running from would be the one I called to come check for any other bad men in my apartment?
I wish Cinita would pop up just so I could strangle her myself for getting me involved in whatever bullshit this is.
I wait for him, bouncing my knees for a good ten minutes. Yet, surprisingly, I feel safe. I look around the interior of the car. I don’t know cars, but it’s expensive and has that new-car smell. I’d be tempted to snoop out of curiosity but know I’ll find nothing. If he doesn’t have furniture to make his house look lived in, then his car sure as shit isn’t going to have anything personal in it. When he finally comes back out, I open the car door, step out, and look up at him.
“Anything?” I ask.
“Yeah, a mess. How do you live like that?” I scoff at his joke, realizing Alek does have a sense of humor, but it’s very dry and only rarely makes an appearance.
“They destroyed everything,” I say, biting my lip. “Is it safe, do you think? I need to clean up the mess.”
“It’s not you who they were after. By the looks of it, nothing was taken. Just destroyed. So yes, it’s safe,” he says as he scrolls through his phone. I don’t know who he could be trying to call at this time.
I cross my arms over my chest, realizing how cold it’s starting to get. “They were after her, right? Like you are?”
His finger hovers over the call button on his phone and he looks me over. I imagine someone like Alek is constantly moving. But he pauses as if to accommodate my shock. He nods his head.
“I’ll have someone else clean it up for you. Get in the car. You’re not staying here tonight.”
I let out a laugh. I suppose this is what I get for thinking money could come to me so easily. “And where am I going to stay tonight, Alek? Your house again? No, thank you.”
His eyes seem to darken, but he says, “No, I have a meeting I’m currently late for. I plan to drop you off at a hotel for the evening until your apartment is cleaned up.”
“Oh. That’s nice, I suppose. Wait. Who the fuck has a meeting at two in the morning?” I ask.
He gives me a pointed look as he opens the passenger door, insinuating I shouldn’t ask questions I don’t want answers to.
A part of me wants to stay in my apartment and start cleaning up, but another part of me just can’t be bothered with dealing with this tonight, not with everything else that’s been happening.
I get into the car and sit back down. All of this shit sounds like a tomorrow problem.
Alek makes a phone call outside. I don’t know who he’s talking to, but I overhear him mentioning a cleanup and addressing it immediately.
He slides into the driver’s seat and starts the engine. Then he looks at me. “Are you…” He seems at a loss for words. “Okay?”
“Okay? Alek, someone destroyed my apartment tonight. I hit my head on a steering wheel like twenty-four hours ago and had a man try to assault me at the bar tonight. So no, I’m not okay.”
He nods and pulls away from the curb, and I sigh, frustrated, almost feeling a little better for being about to scream and shout. I doubt Alek’s ever asked anyone in his life if they’re okay, but that doesn’t make me feel any better.
“Does she have a golden pussy, or are you men just dumb as fuck?” I ask boldly.
“Excuse me?” His eyebrows perk in surprise at my question.
“You men… You aren’t the first one to ask about her. But I must say, you’re the only one who’s gone to such extremes to find her.”
“Who else came looking for her?” he asks, and there’s a lethal edge to his tone.
“I don’t know. I didn’t care to ask. Someone stopped by the bar and asked if she still lived with me, and I told them she moved out.”
“How long ago?” he barks, and I notice his grip tighten on the steering wheel.
“Fuck, maybe a month ago. Before I met your crazy ass,” I tack on. “So, tell me, does she have a golden pussy?”
His head swings to me then. “You want to know if I fucked her?”