Total pages in book: 266
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
He’s nowhere to be seen, so I can only guess he’s in his gym or his office. I begin reheating the breakfast he made me earlier when the doorbell rings.
I pause, looking up around the quiet house, and when it rings for a second time, I walk toward the double doors. Unlocking them, I open the right to see a man standing on Haidyn’s porch. His eyes drop to my bare feet and run up over my sweatpants and T-shirt. When they get to mine, he asks, “Where’s Haidyn?”
I cross my arms over my chest. He’s a Lord. He has to be. They all have that air about them. They think they’re untouchable and above you. I’m just a woman who has a pussy for them to use. “Who's asking?” I arch a brow.
“Charlotte?” I hear my name being called out from behind me.
I turn around to see an already sweaty Haidyn headed toward me. So much for his shower. He was in the gym. His eyes are narrowed on mine as if I did something wrong. “What the fuck are you doing?” he barks at me.
“Me?” I point at myself as if he’s talking to someone else.
He ignores me and looks at the man standing on the porch. “Hey, man. Come in.” Haidyn places his hand on my upper arm and speaks. “Give us a second.” Before the guy can say anything, he drags me back into his bedroom. “What the fuck was that?” he demands, slamming the door shut.
“Someone knocked on the door, and I answered. What’s the big deal?” I shrug.
“You don’t answer the door for anyone,” he growls.
“Haidyn, you’re paranoid.” I think him staying out here in this house has got him on edge. “If someone wants to kill you, they’re not going to knock.” I laugh, but he doesn’t.
He runs a hand down his face and sighs. Giving me his back, he exits his room and slams the door shut as if I’m going to remain in here all day.
I go to open it when my watch goes off. Looking at it, I see I have an email. I wrap my hand around the doorknob and crack it open to see him and the guy walk off toward the back of the house where I know Haidyn’s office is.
Shutting the door quietly, I practically jump over his bed, pick up my cell, and rush to the bathroom where I lock the door and turn on the exhaust fan, needing extra sound. Then I pull up my email to see the Lords have sent me a video.
I push play.
It’s of a room that has a table and two chairs in it. A woman I know by the name of Laura sits in one of them. She’s a therapist and she had a daughter around my age, but we never hung out. My mother wouldn’t allow me. Ashtyn sits in the other seat across from her. “Which Spade brother are you the closest with?” Laura asks her.
Ashtyn frowns. “Why?”
“I’m just curious.”
“I’m Saint’s chosen,” she says.
“Yes, but they all three fuck you, no?”
Ashtyn stiffens, and I feel my pulse race at the woman’s question.
“A Lord is allowed to share his chosen with whoever he wants,” Ashtyn speaks softly.
“Are you being cautious?”
Ashtyn frowns as if she doesn’t understand what Laura is asking. I know exactly what she means.
“I doubt Saint would be happy if one of the others knocks you up.” Laura goes on.
“Oh, no, that wouldn’t happen.” She shakes her head.
“And why is that?” Laura tilts her head to the side.
“They…” Ashtyn trails off.
“I see.” She writes something down in her notebook. “They don’t fuck you vaginally.”
I don’t know why, but the thought of Haidyn being with her makes me jealous. I know he wasn’t a virgin, but I still don’t like that he was with his best friend’s girl. Maybe it’s because she’ll always be part of his life. There will be no escaping her. She lives at Carnage now where Haidyn will eventually return to. He’ll see her every day. And makes me wonder if Saint still shares her with his brothers.
And that brings up another question…will Kashton and Haidyn share whoever they are with, with Saint as well? I just see these women being tied to the Spade brothers’ beds while they go from room to room each taking a turn.
“Would you say that you care about Kashton and Haidyn the same as you do for Saint?” Laura wonders.
“What kind of session is this?” she asks defensively.
“It just seems that they are willing to risk their lives for you, and I’m trying to figure out why.” She places her manicured nail on her chin. “It can’t be sex. Kashton and Haidyn have their own chosens. I’m wondering what you offer them that they can’t get elsewhere.”