Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
“Where are you? I’ll come get you myself,” Kyson barks.
“No. I got paid and need clothes. Kenzo will drop me off at the stores.” I hang up and hand the phone back to Kenzo.
“I’m not going shopping with you,” Kenzo says, with no care in the world.
“I know. I never said you were. I just need a ride.” I smile, pulling my bag higher on my shoulder. “Plus, I need one of those now I have a job.” I point to his phone is in his hand. He nods, and we say our goodbyes as we walk out. Kenzo hands me the helmet and turns to look at me before he puts his on.
“You’re mad at him?” he asks.
“Yes…no… I don’t know.” I shrug.
“He doesn’t want her. He’d still have her if he did. He kicked her to the curb long ago,” he says and mounts the bike.
I let his words sink in.
Even if Kyson doesn’t want her, it still pissed me off that he dismissed me like I was some kind of intruder, and now he’s being all possessive and demanding I come back.
I mean, what the actual?
Hugging Kenzo a little closer, he speeds up, and it isn’t long before he drops me off in front of a line of stores without a word, and I watch as he drives off.
I need to shop.
How exciting.
Nineteen
Kyson
“You need to leave,” I tell Lilly, turning away from her, my phone still in my hand. It dings, and it’s my brother telling me where he left Kalilah.
“I’ve left him for you. We can try again. I won’t ask for as mu—” I stop at her words with my hand and shake my head as I turn around to face her.
“Did I ask you to do that?” I step closer, and she checks my phone in my hand. “Did I?”
“Well, no. But we had so much fun together,” she whispers.
“Had being the operative word,” I say. “You can leave now. And don’t come back.” Turning, I place my hand on the railing as she speaks again, “You’ll just use her the same way you used me. It’s what you do, Kyson.”
“And yet you keep coming back.” I smile, turning around to face her. “You got yourself a husband, and here you stand…” I wave in front of myself.
“I hate you, Kyson.”
“So why are you here?” I question. “Oh, he doesn’t know how to fuck you right, does he?” I smirk, walking back down the stairs toward her. She sucks in a breath when I get close. “He doesn’t know how much you like to play with more than one person.” I lick my lips, and she mimics the action. “Or how you liked to be spanked.”
“I—”
“You’re already out of breath, Lilly. Maybe you should focus more of your energy on teaching your husband how to fuck you.” I lift my hand, and she thinks I’m going to touch her, but I point behind her. “Now fucking leave.” I turn and stride off.
“Nancy, if she doesn’t go, you have my permission to stab her. We will deal with the ramifications,” I call out.
“Okay, Mr. Hunter,” Nancy says as I take the stairs two at a time.
Quickly, I get dressed, make my bed, and grab my keys.
A hunting we will go, a hunting we will go…
Finally, I have someone to hunt.
And we all know how much I love hunting.
I need to satiate my urges.
The fantastic notion of this hunt?
I already know where she is…
I’m not sure how I miss her, but now that I see her, it registers straight away. She has a slight sway to her hips that makes me bite my lip, thinking about those handprints I left on her ass.
Perhaps she is too perfect for me.
That woman’s gotten me out of my head, and she’s done it so damn easy. Kalilah’s taking up room in there where it was once filled with what ifs and what the fuck am I doing, and now I’m consumed with when and where I can touch her next.
I stand back and observe. Kalilah leans down to pick up a skirt. She’s oblivious to everyone around her, in her own little world. A sales assistant approaches to offer her a hand. Kalilah smiles and clearly tells them no. Her hands are full of bags, and I stand here, just a little longer, admiring the incredible view.
I come up behind her while she’s still bent over and looking at something the bottom rack, trying to find the correct size.
“I’d prefer you naked,” I whisper.
Kalilah jumps at my voice, hitting me in the stomach as she does. She sucks in a breath, places a hand over her heart, and turns around to face me with those golden eyes filled with anger.
“Did you bring your little friend?” she asks, scanning the area. “You did tell me to leave so you two could talk. So why are you here?” Kalilah bites out, clearly pissed.