Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 129571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 518(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 518(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
“I don’t want you to be alone.”
I pointed to some of the people near us. “I’m never going to be alone tonight.”
He tugged at that neck tie again. “They don’t count.”
“Security is everywhere.”
“Benny Nix has proven time and time again that he can avoid my guys, and make a mockery of my security, whenever he wants to. I have some new guys on board, but I’d rather be around you as much as possible.”
“Benny has also shown that he won’t hurt me.” I stepped in closer and leaned his way. “It’s been a month since Dawn and Wendy’s deaths. Benny hasn’t tried to contact us. Everything is okay.”
“Those weren’t deaths. Those were murders of murderers.”
I opened my mouth, but didn’t say anything.
“I’m sorry, but I can never forget that. Those two women murdered others, and then Benny and I played a hand in their deaths. It’s just one of us didn’t play with a humane deck. Benny has no morality or sanity in that brain. I don’t want you bumping into him without me being around.”
A waiter passed by. Two women strolled by next. Their perfume lingered in the air after they left—some designer fragrance with strong hints of rose. The table on our right, whispered and gestured to Chase as if they understood our conversation, and wanted to add a few points of their own.
I forced a smile and landed a kiss on his cheek so everyone watching would know that the conversation wasn’t an argument. “I need to be alone.”
He placed a kiss on my chin. “I can walk you over.”
“No.”
He kissed my neck. “I’m the king of the day.”
“You’re something today, but king doesn’t come to mind.” I got on the tips of my toes and gave him a soft peck on his nose. “I feel like calling you the jack ass of the day.”
“Careful, tesoro.” He pulled out that remote control and dangled it between us.
I shut my mouth. Part of me wanted to snatch that thing out of his hand—he had too much control over my body as it was. Truth be told, he could make me come with just four right licks in the perfect spot.
A place he’d found on his own.
Four nasty long licks.
My body shuddered just from the thought. When he lapped at that spot, I had nothing to say. All I could do was lay there on his bed. His tongue caused me to re-think religion, had me numb and mumbling out that he was my lord.
His tongue was dangerous, and now he owned a vibrator that did all of those things in one click.
“Who am I?” Chase tapped the end of the remote control.
“You’re king of the day.” I frowned. “And you’re going to pay for this tomorrow.”
“I’m actually looking forward to you owning me again.” He licked his lips.
Heat pooled in my core. I’d just come only minutes earlier, and here I was ready to get some more. One part of me wanted him to throw that toy away. The other half yearned to disobey him, and feel that lush vibration zip through to my core.
It was so intense, I drowned in pleasure.
“What’s on your mind?” Chase bit his lip.
“Nothing.”
“Liar.”
“What were you thinking about, when you made me come in this ballroom tonight?”
He groaned like the perverted man that he was. “Let me show you what I was thinking about.”
I shook my head. “You’re mine tomorrow.”
“I’m yours now.”
“I’m going to the bathroom by myself, Chase.” When I walked around him, I stumbled in the heels.
He grabbed my waist before I could slip and fall. “Your king would like to escort you.”
An exasperated breath left my lips. “Really?”
“Yes, really. Benny Nix is a madman.”
I faced him and poked his chest. “You’re suffocating me. This ball is already too much.”
“You’re strong, Jasmine. You’ll endure, and eventually accept your position as my queen.” He chuckled a little at the last word.
“I’m not your queen.”
“You are.”
“You know what? Why did Cinderella run away from Prince Charming?”
“That’s easy, because she was scared shitless.”
I opened my mouth in shock. “What about the midnight deadline?”
“That’s something women added to the story long ago.”
“Excuse me?”
“Yeah. The capitalism part. Glass shoes and shiny baubles. You think Prince Charming even remembers the color of her dress? I don’t, and my mother made me watch that movie five times.”
“The dress was blue.”
“It doesn’t matter. Men don’t care about dresses and shoes. Cinderella was hot and she had a great body like a lot of the other women at the ball.”
“Wow. She was hot?”
“But that wasn’t what grabbed the prince. She had strength in her eyes, the sort that comes from life being so hard that a child can’t even blink away from it. Tragedy sticks to people and makes them stronger. That’s what she had.” He traced his finger along my jawline. “You have that. It’s why when you stand next to any other woman, you glow. You’re radiating just like you have some sort of fairy godmother waiting behind the curtains and making all of the special effects happen. You mystified me within seconds.”