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)
Picking up the pack of cigarettes on the table outside, I light one up and take a long drag, enjoying the burn of the nicotine as it enters my lungs.
Ashtyn is in the next room, just down the hall, and I’m not sure what to do about that. I’ve avoided her since Saint returned with her for a reason. I don’t want to make things awkward for her.
I pull my phone out of my pocket and hover over Charlotte’s number. I want to see her. No, that’s a lie. I want to fuck her. She’ll think I want a session to talk about my feelings or tell her I’m suicidal and need help.
That’s sure as fuck not what I want from her. I want her on her knees while my cock fucks that pretty face. I want her gagging and crying with my hand tangled in her long dark hair, watching her cry. But that won’t be happening.
Instead, I texted one of David’s girls an hour ago. I’m tired of the same ole pussy, but it’s the only option I have right now. Charlotte isn’t going to let me near her. Not yet. I saw the way she reacted to my vulgar words. She’ll come around, but it’ll take time. Until then, I’ll fuck what I pay for.
Kash, Saint, and I are at Blackout. I needed a night away from Carnage and Ashtyn. I think we’re all on edge since she’s returned, but for different reasons, and it’s only been a couple of days. I’ve avoided her other than the one incident when she was crying in the hallway outside my room. I wasn’t going to let that dipshit put his hands on her. She belongs to Saint. That’s his job now.
We’re standing in front of the bar on the first floor while “In My Mind,” by Dynoro and Gigi D’Agostino plays throughout the club. The lights flash to the beat of the music, and it’s giving me a fucking headache. I wanted to get out and ride a bit tonight, but now I regret it.
Tyson offered us free drinks. I took him up on it. We’re on our bikes, so I’m sipping my first one.
My eyes are glued to the woman out on the dance floor. She looks so different from the way I usually see her. She’s dressed in a pair of jean shorts that sit low on her hips and cut high up on her legs, with a white T-shirt tied into a knot right underneath her breasts. I knew they were larger than they appeared in her blouse. Her dark hair is up in a messy bun, and she’s dancing by herself as if no one is watching. Her ass sways back and forth, and her eyes are closed as if she’s feeling the beat.
“You can’t be serious, man. She’s what? Maybe five-foot-two and a hundred pounds. You’re six-seven and like two fifty. You’d destroy her,” Kash jokes, seeing what I’m staring at. “Not to mention, I’m pretty sure she’s a virgin. You’d scare that poor girl to death.”
They haven’t been around her. As far as I know, they’ve never had any real conversations. I’m not sure why he thinks he knows so much about her.
“Isn’t that the best part? Seeing how much they can take before they break?” I speak before throwing back what’s left of my drink.
I saw her the moment we stepped out of Tyson’s office when we arrived. It was like I could feel her presence, and my eyes went right to her. Maybe I’m just that hung up on the brunette. She’s probably the only woman I’ve spent that much time with and haven’t fucked. That’s why I prefer to pay for sex. They don’t need a pointless conversation and to be cuddled afterward.
But fuck, do I want to. I had a whore on her knees with my cock in her mouth when Saint barged into my bedroom after I texted him about Ashtyn earlier this morning. I finished before I helped him take care of the Lord who had manhandled his wife. Then I went back and fucked her some more, but it wasn’t enough. It never is. I’m chasing a high that I’m not reaching. And the thought of walking up to Charlotte, fisting her hair, and pulling her out of this place has my hard dick throbbing against my zipper.
I turn, placing my empty glass on top of the bar, and nod to Saint and Kash. “I’ll see you guys later.” Without waiting for them to reply, I walk out the back door of the club and get on my bike, needing to be alone.
TWELVE
ANNABELLE
I’m drunk and extremely horny as the song changes to “Bullet Train” by Stephen Swartz. Haidyn has been heavy on my mind. More so than usual. He’s upping his game, and I don’t know what the fuck to do about it.