Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
The target was his oldest daughter, considered the princess of the club. I glanced at the picture of Cassie. She was a stunner, no doubt about it. Endless lengths of blonde hair, shocking blue eyes, with a face that made men take notice. She had an attitude. The picture alone showcased that. From the details I’d been given, she had a temper as well. She wasn’t a nice woman. Spoiled since birth with an entire club at her beck and call, all because of her father. She would be in for a rude awakening by the time I got done with her. I smiled, thinking about it.
I closed the file, opened my bottom drawer, used the key to access the spare panel, and slid the file inside.
Patience was a gift, and when the time was right, I’d take care of my enemies. I’d not heard from Ivan yet, but I had heard the rumors of his reappearance. The man always wanted to make an entrance.
The door to my office opened.
“You can’t go in there.”
I looked up to see Bethany striding across the room toward me, with a wicked glint shining in her eye as if she had some kind of special secret she couldn’t wait to tell me about. Glancing at the guard, I dismissed him with a nod of my head. I’d deal with him later. For now, I had to handle this fucking bitch. I hadn’t seen her since the wedding.
“What do you want?”
“Is that any way to greet an old fiancée?” she asked, flicking her hair over her shoulder. The blonde wasn’t her natural hair color. There wasn’t a whole lot of Bethany that was real.
Fake tits, cheeks, ass, and lips. All of it came from a plastic surgeon. Her mother was the same way. Both women were addicted to surgery.
Locking my fingers together, I waited.
She giggled. The same fake sound she used on men when she tried to get what she wanted. Bethany had never liked me. Her feelings never mattered to me, because I couldn’t stand her either. I played the part, pretended the whole role, even allowed her to make up lies about it. It was all easy. The marriage was the final goal and Ivan always got what he wanted.
I don’t know the exact details of what Bethany did to piss him off, but either way, her ass had been kicked out, and Adelaide’s was next. I had an inkling it had to do with the way she treated Slavik’s woman, Aurora. I’d scolded her at the time, cut off her funds, but Ivan went to the next level.
Aurora clearly had a way about her. I think I might have referred to her pussy being golden or something along those lines. Slavik was certainly smitten. I’d never known him to be so pissed off with me talking about a woman like I had.
I chuckled and Bethany stopped. “I find it funny you would call yourself old, but that is very true. You didn’t have what it took to be my wife.”
Bethany pouted. “You say such cruel things.”
“You’re a bitch and a whore, Bethany. You and I both know you’ve got a problem. It’s one of the reasons your parents worked so fucking hard to keep the money flowing. How does it feel to need your little sister to help pay the bills?”
Her hands clenched at her sides and the lips she tried so hard to keep plump had gone into a weird shape, I was guessing a sneer. What was the draw? Bethany was beautiful. No doubt about it. She could snap her fingers and people would come running, but I wasn’t just anyone.
There was a whole world full of Bethanys—spiteful, nasty pieces of work. They were not ashamed or afraid to use others to get what they wanted.
I know it’s absurd to be offended by her, but I was the one who used people, not her. I wanted her out of my office. Instead, Bethany moved further in, coming toward me, perching on the end of my desk, crossing her legs. The skirt she wore was small and I could tell she didn’t have any panties on.
“You know, I can make every single fantasy come true,” she said, spreading her thighs wide. “I can rock your world, Andrei. I know you need a real woman to handle your needs.” She spread her thighs again. “I can take it all. You can have whatever you want. My pussy, my ass, my mouth. One after the other. You can flood me with your spunk, and I’d lick it right up off the floor.”
She reached toward me and I grabbed her wrist, stopping her. Her lips did that weird thing again.
“You want money.”
“Adelaide doesn’t want you. She’s too good. Too squeaky clean to want you near her. I’m dirty, Andrei. I can give you it all. Ride my cunt, fuck me raw, baby. I know you want to.”