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’d find a way to bring you. Trust me. It is for you, after all.” I smile at her as she shakes her head and heads inside.
Before she closes the door, she turns back to me. “When?”
“The day after tomorrow.”
“I’m not working for the next two days.”
“Yes, you are.” I raise a brow at her. “I’ll see you after your next shift.”
“Fuck you.” She gives me her best fuck you smirk, one that I like way too much before she slams the door shut.
I start my walk back to my car when my phone rings and I see Charlotte’s name pop up, so I answer it.
“Grayson.”
“Hmm?”
“Are you cheating on me?”
Stopping, I look back over my shoulder. Avani’s lights are off in her apartment. Is she watching me, or has she gone to bed?
“No, why?”
“I’ve been tracking you, and the last few nights, you keep going to the same address,” she states.
“You’ve been what?” I ask. Well fuck! Maybe she’s a sneaky bitch like her father, after all.
“Yes, Grayson, it’s an app. I track people and you are on it.”
“Why? Actually, never mind, don’t answer that.”
Charlotte—one.
Me—zero.
Dammit!
“I’m planning a surprise for you, but clearly, you are fucking it all up for me by tracking me,” I tell her as I reach my car. When I pull the car door open and get in, I bring up the apps on my phone and find a purple one I know I never installed. Disabling it, I sit back.
“I didn’t mean to. I was just…” Charlotte tries to backtrack but trails off.
“Charlotte, this might not work if you go behind my back and track me. If you want to know where I am, you call. Use your brain.” I hang up, and she calls right back but I let it ring a few times before I answer.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Daddy just said not to trust you, and well—” Her voice is breathless from panic.
“You don’t have to listen to everything your father says, Charlotte. You are a grown-ass woman.”
“I know, I know… He never has liked any of the men I’ve dated. You’re the first he doesn’t hate.”
“I have to go, Charlotte.”
“Don’t be mad, okay?” she says softly.
“Don’t be a sneaky bitch, then.”
She sucks in a breath at my words. “I won’t, I promise.” She pauses, taking an audible breath. “Can I see you tonight?”
“No, Charlotte, you know our rule.”
“It’s a silly rule…I want to.”
“When we are married,” I remind her.
“But I want to have sex with you now, Grayson,” she whines.
A shiver takes over my body, and it’s not a good one. The only person I want to fuck is currently in her little house, forming a plan to avoid me again.
Why is it that Avani turns me on so much?
And why is it that I want her as badly as I want my next breath?
When I don’t answer, Charlotte says, “You better marry me soon,” then she hangs up.
Soon…
Chapter 25
Knock, knock, who’s there?
Avani
Someone is banging on my door. So help me, God, if it’s him again, I will slice that wonderful cock from his body and then feed it to him.
Pulling on a shirt, I shuffle to the door, knife in hand, and pull it open.
But it’s not him standing there to greet me.
No, it’s his girlfriend.
Or maybe it’s his soon-to-be fiancée.
Fuck if I know.
Her eyes flick to the knife in my hand before they focus on my face. “You,” she says, shocked.
“Sorry, me?” I ask, confused.
“I get it now. I get what he is up to.” I stand there, unsure of what to say. Am I meant to know what she is talking about? “I’ve been tracking Grayson, and he’s been to this address a few times. And now I get why.” Her long blonde hair flicks behind her as she stands in front of me in a Chanel dress and sky-high, red-soled heels. In contrast, I’m dressed in an old T-shirt and no pants. My hair is messy because I haven’t brushed it, and I couldn’t care less.
“Why?” I ask, indulging her.
“Could you put that knife away? It’s making me uneasy.”
I place the knife on the small table nearby and step back into the doorway where she is standing.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
“As I was saying… You run that dress store, and you know my size. He’s probably picking out the perfect dress for me to wear.”
“Yeah…” Is she delusional?
“So, now that I know, can you show it to me? I want the perfect one, and let’s be honest, Grayson has impeccable taste, but mine is better. Can you show it to me?” she asks, leaning in and looking inside my small apartment.
“Yeah, that’s not going to work,” I tell her.
“Why? He was here last night. Surely the dress is here?”
Oh, so she really was tracking him, then.
I wonder if he knows this tidbit of information.