Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 58808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
“I bought it.” He smirks.
“I’m sorry, you what?” I ask, confused.
Did I hear him right? Did he just say…
“This bus. I bought it.”
“You can’t just buy a bus,” I mutter in disbelief.
“If you have enough money, you can buy anything.”
“Fuck me.” I shake my head and face forward again.
“Well, if you’re offering.” Grayson moves and is quickly seated next to me.
“That wasn’t an offer. It was simply me not believing what you did.”
“If you don’t want me to take you at your word, don’t say it.”
I try to move closer to the window, and he only smirks. “Ice cream?” he asks before he lifts his hand to the driver and says, “Stop…just up here.”
“It’s late, and I want to go home.”
“We have time for ice cream,” he states, standing and offering me his hand. I look at it, thinking if I take that hand, it could hurt me. Not physically, but emotionally. “Avani.”
I stand, ignoring his hand, and walk off the bus. The door shuts behind him when he follows me off, and we are standing on the sidewalk in the middle of the night in front of an ice cream shop.
“Chocolate?” he asks.
“Grayson, why are you here?” I repeat for what feels like the hundredth time, and it’s becoming increasingly frustrating.
“Vanilla?” he says, ignoring my question and stepping up to the ice cream shop.
“Can I please have…” He looks back at me.
“Chocolate,” I tell the lady. He orders himself strawberry as I wait a few feet away. When he has both orders, he hands mine over and locks his eyes with me.
“You left,” he says, finally giving me an answer. “Ran away. I should have known the minute things got too serious, you would run.”
I watch in awe as he licks his ice cream. It distracts me for a second, reminding me how good that tongue is when it’s working down below.
“Too serious? Don’t you mean how you killed my date and the police got involved, getting my name mixed up in it?” I bark at him.
My ice cream starts to melt, and he indicates his head to it. I throw it to the ground, and he pauses, then licks his and shakes his head. “He deserved to die, like one day I will.”
“That’s your best excuse?”
“What are you running from?” he asks.
“I don’t need to have this conversation with you. You were a great fuck who is now fucking someone else. So let it be that.” I turn and head down the sidewalk as quickly as I can. My apartment isn’t too far but it’s still a distance away.
“You shouldn’t walk home by yourself. It’s not safe,” he calls after me.
“You…are what I’m afraid of,” I yell back. “Anybody else… I can handle.”
I hear his chuckle before I’m lifted and thrown over his shoulder.
“Put me down,” I shriek.
“No, it’s not safe. It’s why I have a bus.”
“I can take care of myself.”
This guy is infuriating! I lift my hand and bring it down hard on the only thing I can reach. His ass.
“Keep doing that, and my cock is going to be inside you before you have a chance to object.”
“It is not allowed anywhere near me,” I say firmly, then pull my arm back and hit him as hard as I can.
As we reach the bus, the doors open, and he carries me up the stairs until we reach our seats. Ever so slowly he slides me down his front so I can feel how turned on he is right now. I stand there, shocked for a few seconds before I reach up and slap his face while our bodies are pressed together. Closing his eyes, he grinds his jaw before he pins me with his gaze. His eyes sparkle with mischief and something more sinister.
“You’re with someone. Is this what you do? Cheat?”
“No, I do not cheat,” he replies gruffly.
“Then what are you doing here?”
The bus starts moving as we stare at each other.
“I’m telling you to stop spanking me, or I will fuck you. It was pretty clear.”
“Against my will?” I ask.
He leans in close. “I can smell how much you want me, Avani, so don’t play the victim. We both know you aren’t.” He’s right but that’s not the point. “I would never do anything to you against your will,” he adds.
I believe him.
I sit on the edge of the seat, and he easily reaches for me and pushes me over until I’m against the window so he can sit next to me.
“There are over twenty spare seats,” I point out.
“Yeah, but none have you in them.”
I bite the inside of my cheek and look away at his words.
We sit in silence as the bus continues on its route. When it finally arrives at my apartment, he stands and offers me his hand.
I don’t take it.