Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56107 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56107 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
“Oh. That sounds messy.”
“I need you to issue a retraction. Tell everyone that it was a mistake. They’re two different men.”
“What about the fact Carter filmed you and did all of that other stuff?”
“Tell them…I don’t know. Tell them it was all a big mistake.”
“Okay,” Sofie says with doubt in her voice. “But I’m not sure I can completely undo the damage.”
I sigh. “I know. But it’s the least I can do. Then hopefully the police will get Carter back from Roman and Miguel’s farm in Miami. Maybe then, Logan will start to forgive me.”
“Um, Mila?”
“Yes.”
“Where did you say Carter is?” Sofie asks.
“Supposedly in Miami at the Gusanos’ coconut farm. Why?”
“Um, because that’s where I am. I just arrived thirty minutes ago.”
My stomach drops to the floor. “What? Why didn’t you say so?”
“Didn’t really click until this moment,” she says.
“What are you doing there?”
“Miguel asked me to come and do some special sessions with him. Said things weren’t going too great, so I came. It’s part of my VIP service.”
Oh shit. Oh shit. “You need to get out of there.”
“I have a better idea. Let me talk to Miguel and explain everything. He’s a good guy, so I’m sure we can work something out.”
“No, Sofie. Just leave.”
“Mila, he’s not going to do anything to me. Just trust me on this. I’ll get this all sorted out.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
“What did the police say?” I ask Logan, who meets me outside by my car. He’s now dressed in jeans, black leather shoes, and a baby blue thin sweater that matches his stunning eyes. It’s funny how when he’s not busy being completely naked, he dresses like he’s going to a power dinner or casual business party.
“I have to get over to the station and drop off the recording we just miraculously found of Carter being taken.”
So he had to lie to the police, obviously, because we’ve had the recording for a while. “Then what?”
“They said they’ll work with authorities in Miami to get Carter back.”
“Uh, yeah. About that.”
“What?” he says sharply.
“You should know my friend Sofie is there at the Gusanos’ farm right now.”
“What?” he barks.
“It’s a long story, but she’s going to try to work something out with Miguel.”
“She needs to get the hell out of there.”
“I know, but she’s convinced it can all be worked out.”
My phone rings.
“It’s Sofie.” I answer the call. “Hey.”
“Mila, I need you to come to Miami and bring the camera!” Her voice is frantic and breathy.
“What’s going on?” I ask.
“Just bring it,” she says. “Miguel won’t take no for an answer.”
The call ends, and I look at Logan, my stomach in knots. “I don’t think Sofie’s chat with Miguel went very well.”
Logan is visibly peeved, refusing to speak to me as we board the plane to Miami. I don’t have to guess why he’s angry. Carter got tangled up with a drug lord because of me. I mean, yes, it was Sofie’s bright idea, but she was only trying to help. Nevertheless, no one forced Carter into it. So why the hell is Logan so mad at me?
He and I are seated in different areas of the plane—him in first class and me at the back. It’s a little over a two-hour flight, so I take the time to think through what I’m going to do once we arrive at the Gusanos’ farm. They have my best friend and Logan’s brother.
I’m not under any delusions that the Gusano brothers are going to let me waltz into coconut land and retrieve them both.
Honestly, I have no clue how this is going to play out. I can’t believe I’m even doing this, though, in a way, this is what I always do: deal with disasters. It’s why Dick found me so invaluable. I could always make problems go away. I just hope this situation won’t be any different.
Given how I had no sleep last night, I doze off, dreaming of being chased by a jar of peanut butter, but the dream quickly turns into a sexual free-for-all situation where I’m in a boxing ring naked. In the center is Logan, lying naked on a bed. The crowd is yelling out sexual moves—“Reverse cowgirl! Wheelbarrow! The spring lotus!”
I panic because I don’t know half of the positions they want to see.
Logan gets off the bed and takes my hand, instantly calming me. “Don’t worry, Mila. I’ll show you what to do.”
He walks me over to the ropes and turns me around so I’m facing the crowd.
“First, I want you ready for me, nice and hot.” His firm hand goes between my legs, and I groan. The heat rises deep in my valley, and I feel like I’m about to come. The crowd starts booing because I haven’t performed for them, but I can’t help myself. Logan’s touch is electric.
I scream out my orgasm, and—