Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 64793 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64793 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
“Private function,” he mumbles.
She turns back to me as I walk up. “Guess I can’t get in. I can find my own way home.”
“Sir.” The bouncer nods to me.
“She’s in.”
The bouncer holds open the door for both of us. I offer her my hand, but she refuses and shakes me off then stomps past me into the club. My eyes track her and I watch in amazement at her gorgeous ass swinging as she walks. Her hair is tied up in some sort of messy bun thing, but it shows off her slender neck. The very same neck I want to bite and mark. The white dress clinging so perfectly to her subtle curves and fine, fine ass. I want to demand she take my hand, but I know she'll refuse. It’s one of the reasons I’m attracted to her, one of the reasons she’s been on my mind every fucking day for the last month. I’m not afraid to admit I’ve stalked her, watched her walk home from some stupid job that she doesn’t even need. Her rent is paid by me, and if she knew that, I’m pretty sure she’d try to cut off my cock. No, not pretty sure, I am one hundred percent sure my appendage would be removed quick and clean.
I’ve never taken an interest in any woman like I have Sailor. And if I have taken an interest in a woman, it’s usually cured after I fuck her once. I’ve fucked Sailor more than once, yet she’s still holding my interest.
“Sailor!” Roberto screams her name over the music and pulls her in for a one-armed hug. It’s the guys’ night off tonight. Their time to get as fucked up as they wish. And Roberto has taken that as a mission. “Missed your sweet ass around these parts.”
Sailor’s cheeks go red at his words. The woman who hangs off Roberto’s arm is the one he fucks every now and then.
“Joey!” You would think Joey wouldn’t be able to hear her above the music, but he does. He turns and beelines straight for us with Ellie not too far behind him, like a little dog on a leash.
The club is full of family, friends, and acquaintances.
I hate them all.
Apart from the little honey-brunette standing in front of me who I kind of like.
Joey pulls Sailor in for a hug and she one-arm hugs him back with a tap on his shoulder before she pulls away.
“The boss come and get ya?” Roberto laughs, and Joey hits him on the head to shut him up.
She side-eyes me. “He did. Isn’t he an absolute asshole?” A few of the guests milling around closest to us stand silent and wait for me to react. I mean, I’ve killed people for less than every damn thing this woman says or does.
“We missed you,” Roberto says, then pushes a shot in front of her. Sailor takes the glass but doesn’t drink it, handing it off to me.
“You drink it, I’m sick.”
“You’re sick?” I ask, confused, stepping into her space.
The boys take that as their cue to walk away, leaving us standing near the entrance alone.
“If you cared to ask, which of course you didn’t, then yes.” I hold the shot glass out, and it’s taken from my hand.
“Are you sick now?” An unfamiliar feeling of concern washes through me.
“Not right now, but I have been.”
“We can sit.” I reach for her hand and pull her toward the sitting area. A few people tap on my shoulder and a few women eye Sailor as I have hold of her hand.
“Why are the women death-glaring me? They do realize I don’t want you, right? I fucking hate you. You’re all theirs as far as I am concerned.” She laughs and pulls her hand out of mine. I stop, considering taking her hand back but decide against it. Pulling out a chair, she sits on it as Ellie comes running over.
“You’re here! I can’t believe you came. I missed you.” She wraps her arms around Sailor’s neck, almost choking her.
Sailor manages to pull herself free and taps her arm. “You only saw me a few hours ago.”
Ellie waves her off. “I know, but I missed you so much.”
“You’re drunk,” Sailor points out. “Where is your boyfriend?”
“He left … or broke up with me. One of them … I don’t know.” She shrugs.
“We’re leaving in ten, so go and say your goodbyes,” Sailor tells her.
Ellie walks off and goes straight for Joey.
“You’re leaving?” I smirk at her.
“Let’s get this clear, I am not yours to dictate and order around. The only reason I am here is because I can’t afford to get a complaint. I love that apartment, and I want to continue to live there. So, I came, I saw, now I want to leave,” she tells me.