Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Chapter Eleven
Time flies when you’re having fun
One month later…
Lily
Holding the offending product in my hand, I storm down the hall muttering made up cuss words to myself. As soon as he hears me coming, he tries to shut the door on me, but I bolt and make it in the nick of time.
Nox sighs loudly before asking in that deep husky voice, “What is it, princess?”
I know he says this in a way that’s meant to be derogatory, but I don’t care. If I tell him how much I like that he calls me that, he’ll stop on principle.
And I can’t have that. The only thing that stops me from going crazy in this safe house is my daily argument with Nox.
His hair’s grown out in a way that looks so mouth-watering that I have to mentally remind myself that I mustn’t touch it whenever I’m near him. Because that would be weird, and I would then have to explain that I don’t have a hair fetish and…
Ugh, never mind.
Nox isn’t the best looking guy I’ve ever seen, so why does he have this stupid freakin’ hold on me?
You know why.
I mentally rip my hair out and shriek to high heaven.
I do know why, dammit.
He’s like a fairy-tale hero for Christ’s sakes. I know he’s ordered to protect me and all, but he does such a great job of it. He makes it look effortless. He’s all like ‘C’mon, pack your shit’ and I’m all like ‘No, I like it here’ and he’s all ‘Not safe here, princess’ and I’m all like ‘Sigh. Okay.’
That’s the basic conversation every freakin’ time.
All he has to do is princess me and I’m tripping over my own feet. I don’t know how he does it.
He’s old!
Okay, twenty-eight is not old, but he acts like a fifty year old!
Yeah, a fifty year old with ripped abs and arms that could crush a man’s skull, and those strong thighs… bet he’s hung like a hor-
Do not go there. Just- do not. You’ve been warned, brain.
Who knew a virgin could be this horny?
I know. I suck.
Raising the plastic wrapped package up past my shoulder, I clear my throat to capture his attention. He looks up at me with those icy-blue eyes and I feel like I’m going to catch a cold. The man doesn’t do happy often.
As in, never.
Okay, so that’s an over exaggeration, but I’m pissed right now. And with good reason.
He looks from me to the package and says stonily, “What now?”
Throwing the package onto the desk, I tell him, “They aren’t the right ones.”
He scowls and picks it up to get a better look at it. He reads for a moment then says, “Yes. They are.”
Unable to mask my look of disbelief, I ask sweetly, “And how would you know?”
He looks up at me, throws the package towards me and says, “That’s what it says it’s for.”
I cross my arms across my chest, lean my hip on the desk and retort, “Well, it’s not the right one. I would know. I’m the one who uses them.”
His shoulders slump and he sighs. Taking another look at me, he scowls again before picking up his handheld two-way radio and presses the button, causing a static noise to sound. Someone at the other end says, “Vito.”
Nox continues to glare at me while he speaks into the radio. “She says they aren’t the right ones.”
Vito doesn’t answer for a moment before he responds, “Come again, boss?”
Nox lowers his head, shaking it and repeats through gritted teeth, “They aren’t the right ones, Vito.”
Vito utters, “But it said on the pack-”
Nox cuts him off with, “I know! I know what it said. She says no.”
Vito sighs, “What the fuck does she need, then?”
Nox’s eyes widen at me in an expression that shouts well?
I snatch the radio out of his hands, press the button and almost shout, “Heavy flow! You know? For heavy flow, because I flow heavily during my menstruation cycle, because I’m a girl and that’s what we do.” He doesn’t respond, so pressing the button again, I add, “Bleedin’ for days here, Vito. I need comfort.”
Nox chuckles his deep sexy chuckle, and I throw the radio at him. Hard. He catches it without effort, smiling. I stomp out of his office muttering, “Freakin’ pussies.”
As I exit the room, I hear Nox buzz the radio again and ask Vito, “Got that?”
Vito responds immediately, “Every gross detail.”
I hear Nox laugh from all the way down the hall.
I won’t ever tell him how much I love that sound.
***
So a month has passed. I’m surprised by how quickly it actually went.
It was a total blur. All I really remember is training every day with Boo, Rock, or Nox.
That’s right. You heard correctly.
Nox decided he wanted to be part of my training. At the time, I thought this was a good thing, but whenever I have a Nox training day, I normally have to crawl the next day because my legs become Jell-O.