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)
His gaze bounces from the pills to me as if I would let him out of it.
He will do it.
No matter what.
Even if I have to force them down his throat. He reaches for one, puts it in his mouth, and swallows. “Now, let me know when you feel it taking effect so I can show you what the women you touch feel.”
“What? They don’t feel anything,” he replies, confused.
“Well, we can’t have that now, can we?” I say in disapproval.
Walking to the edge of the bed, I reach for him. I bet he’s regretting using Ketamine, especially when it can take as quick as a minute to take effect. His pupils start to dilate as the drugs kick in. It won’t be long now till he passes out. The thing is, when he passes out, he won’t wake up.
I place my knife against his throat. His eyes close at the touch of the blade as I start to slice it across his skin ever so slowly. He tries to move but can’t. I watch as I hit the correct pressure, and the blood comes out even faster than before. His fucked-up hand lifts to his throat, struggling to hold the wound closed as I step back. His eyes start to close and then open, drugs in full force now.
“I wouldn’t have hurt her,” he says through a strangled breath.
“You attempted to touch something that was mine. That was your first mistake. Thinking you can hurt her…” I lean in close and whisper. “That…will be your last mistake.” Hovering over him, I smile as his eyes close, and his hand falls from his throat. “See you in hell, you piece of shit.”
Chapter 15
I can dance, thank you very much.
Avani
Grayson has been avoiding me, which I can’t say I’m unhappy about. I mean, I did come on his leg and probably ruined his good pants in the process.
Though, when I walk into work today, a new bag sits at the counter, and I know it’s for me.
“How were you the morning after we went out?” Monica asks as I open it and smile when I see it. Pulling my attention from the new bag, I tell her what happened.
“Grayson made me go shopping. And I almost died.”
“Oh yes, I saw the new beds. Nice.”
“And then I went out on a date that ended badly with the guy trying to roofie me.” I roll my eyes.
“What? Oh my God, are you joking? Are you okay?”
I wave off her concern. “I’m fine. He didn’t succeed, obviously.”
Her hand falls from her heart.
“Thank God. That could have been bad.”
“Yep, for both of us.” I smile, thinking of how Grayson wanted to murder him.
“You working a full shift tonight or half?” Monica asks. Some nights I work half, if it’s slow, and I know I can get away. Others, I just stay.
“Half. I’m taking lessons for something.”
“Ohh, what?”
“If you say lap dancing, I will kill whoever it is that is teaching you,” Grayson says from behind us. Monica’s eyes go wide, and she hurries off, not wanting to stay around for another one of our arguments.
“Now, why would you say that?” I ask, unable to tamp down my growing smile at pissing him off.
“Is it?” he asks with a bite.
“Is it what?” I play dumb.
“Are you taking lessons for lap dancing?”
“I sure am.” I smile wide. “You gave me inspo.”
“Where and when?”
“Nope, not happening,” I tell him. “I want my instructor alive.”
“I’ll assist,” he says.
“Hell no. That’s not happening either.”
“So you’re lying, then,” he says, crossing his arms over his chest.
“I don’t lie.” I shrug. “Just a little fib.” I hold up my thumb and forefinger about half an inch apart.
“So, no lap dancing?” he confirms.
“It’s actually pole dancing.” I laugh at his face when it morphs into shock.
“Fuck me,” he mutters. “I’m coming to that as well.”
“No, you aren’t. It’s in classrooms, and I’m sure the other women do not want you there to watch.” I have a feeling though, if he came, his eyes would solely be on me.
“I’ll get you a private teacher,” he offers.
I roll my eyes. “Go away.” I wave him off, but he makes no move to leave.
“Private lessons, Avani.”
“No, Grayson,” I state firmly as I spin on my heel, my hair flicking him as I do. He grabs it and wraps the ends around his fist, pulling me back. Then, managing to catch me before I fall, he pulls me into him, my back now against his chest.
Monica walks back out at that moment, eyes us, then leaves just as fast as she came.
“How dare you manhandle me,” I yell, my mind spinning as I glare at his darkening eyes.
I lift my foot and slam it down on his.
His hand drops from my hair, and he grunts as I take a step away from him. That doesn’t stop him though. He stalks toward me until he is directly in front of me, my back now against the wall. Grabbing my hands, he slams them against the wall, holding them in place as he leans in. “You enjoy when I manhandle you, it’s written all over your fucking face.”