Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
God he’s dirty, and I love it. But I was going to stand my ground. Not until you promise me I’m the only one you’re fucking.
His response was disheartening. I’m turning my phone off.
Asshole.
When he and Lucas came home that night at a little after 1 A.M., I was lying on the couch watching a movie. I was tired as hell and should have been using the time to catch up on my sleep, but I just couldn’t. I needed to see Van’s face and whether or not he still wanted me. He was playing it too close to the vest for my peace of mind.
Both Lucas and Van appeared sober. But I didn’t miss the subtle but clear shake of Van’s head when he shot me a quick glance.
I didn’t know what it meant.
Was he saying that he was never going to give me exclusivity, which if that was the case…fuck. Once I draw a line in the sand, I don’t back down from it, so we might officially be over before we even get going.
Or did he mean that there would be no sex in his room tonight because Lucas was sober and the risk was too great?
But even if he meant the latter, he’s assuming I’ll let him have me without the promise I need.
Ugh, it was so frustrating.
What was even more frustrating was that Van went to his room and Lucas stayed out on the couch with me to watch the movie. I thought he’d never get tired and go to bed, but when he did, I grabbed my phone and shot Van a text.
So are you going to clue me on what that shake of your head meant?
I drummed my fingertips on my thighs as I waited for him to respond.
And I waited.
And I waited.
And I waited.
I tried again. Are you asleep?
Nothing.
“Fuck,” I growled as I pushed up off the couch, having every intention of barging—well, tiptoeing quietly—into his room.
When I reached his door, my hand carefully wrapped around the knob and I gritted my teeth, knowing his door was going to squeak. But it was a risk I was going to have to take.
I tried to turn the knob, but it did nothing.
Didn’t budge a fucking inch.
I twisted the other way, and it held firm.
The fucker had put a lock on his door.
I’d stormed back to the couch, and when I got there, Van had texted me. Not in this room again while Lucas is here. The lock is because you don’t know how to take no for an answer, brat.
Gnashing my teeth with frustration, I fired a hot text back to him. There is no “again” unless you promise me exclusive rights to your cock.
His reply was instantaneous and it actually made me smile. We’ll see. Now go to sleep.
—
Oddly, despite the fact that Van had me completely off-kilter, mad, and horny on top, I slept like a baby last night. Because while he hasn’t given me his oath yet, he’s not ruled it out yet.
I slept well because I bet on myself to win this one.
No way Van is giving up what I can give him.
Sighing with boredom, I look at my watch and decide I don’t have time to do much of anything before I have to leave for work. So I go back to staring at the ceiling.
I’ve once again been left at the house all day by myself, both Van and Lucas gone when I woke up. Lucas had left a note that he was driving to the beach for the day “to reflect,” and Van, of course, didn’t leave me anything.
The chime of a text message has me scrambling for my phone again, and my heart trips over itself as I see Van’s name—which isn’t really Van’s name. In order to protect him from any potentially snooping eyes, I’d named him Tyrion Lannister in my contacts. Not that he had anything in common with the wee man, but he’s my favorite Game of Thrones character, so he got the honors.
Tapping on his message, I lean forward on the couch with the excitement of a girl who just got asked to prom.
The message floored me. Marriott Hotel on Creedmoor Road. Room 3499. I’m waiting.
Oh shit.
Oh wow…shit.
The thought of Van and me in a hotel room with nothing restraining our abandon has me almost ready to fly out the door.
But first things first. I can’t. I have to work.
He’s not deterred. Bossy alpha man. Call in sick. You won’t regret it.
Of course I won’t regret it, I think with an eye roll. The guy has a magic cock and tongue and hands and…okay, I’ll call in sick.
But more important. I need your promise.
Do you really? He writes back.
Yes.
It takes a moment for him to respond, but when he does, it’s lengthy and discouraging. You know I could cheat on you at any time. Any away game. Anytime I go to the gym. Fuck, I could hook up with someone in the middle of the day if I wanted to, and you’d never know.