Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 61542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
“But why?” she asks, her eyes studying me.
Hmmm . . . Why, huh? People always say that’s the hardest question, but I’ve never come across a “why” that’s harder to answer than this.
What do I say? I have a bunch of reasons, but none of them seem appropriate to say right now.
Because we fucked one night, and now my cock only gets hard when I think about that night?
Because you’re the only girl who has ever been able to satisfy my dark urges?
Because you’re beautiful, and I haven’t stopped thinking about the hypnotizing way you move?
Because my work has seemed dull since that night we first met, and I don’t even care that it’s not doing as well as it could?
Because you may be the mother of my child?
Katie
I observe Adam as he goes deep into pensive mode, both of us looking at each other without saying a word, trying to decide how to navigate this conversation.
If he didn't come here with Sawyer, I would've ignored him. But even if Sawyer has idiot friends and can be an idiot himself sometimes, he does try to be a good brother. He’d never knowingly let them lie to me or manipulate me.
Tonight, Sawyer’s gone as far as taking William off my hands so I can have this conversation with Adam. So regardless of how crazy it gets, I know this is serious.
Besides, I can't shake off the feeling that there's something familiar about this man, although I can't place him. I wonder if he knows why. It certainly looks like he does.
“So . . .?” I break the silence.
The food’s getting cold, but I don’t care anymore. At the very least, William’s already eating—I can hear his giggle and one of Sawyer’s funny voices from the living room.
“So this is going to sound strange, but I want you to hear me out.” Adam appears different from the way he was at the beginning of the night. More confident. A lot more assertive. It’s like he was caught off guard before, but he’s regained his footing now.
“Okay,” I say, partly because I’m curious to find out what this is all about, and to be honest, partly because he speaks in such an authoritative way.
“Remember when you worked at The Succubus?” he asks.
My heart skips a beat.
“How do you know that?” I stare at him, trying to figure him out. This is getting curiouser and curiouser.
“It doesn’t matter,” he says dismissively. “So you admit that you used to work there?”
“Of course, it matters.” I realize my volume’s getting louder, so I close my mouth and take a deep breath.
I don’t want William to hear this, even if he probably wouldn’t understand anyway. And Sawyer would be disappointed to hear about my shameful experience working at The Succubus.
In a whisper, I ask, “Did Sawyer tell you? Did he investigate me?”
I can’t believe Sawyer would do that to me. But if he didn’t do it, then how does this stranger know about my dark past?
“No, he . . .” Adam stops to reconsider. “Actually, in a way, he kind of did. But it wasn’t like what you’re thinking.”
“What does that even mean? You don’t know what I’m thinking.”
“You’re thinking Sawyer specifically looked into your past for me. For money,” Adam says, guessing precisely what’s on my mind.
“And you’re saying he didn’t?”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying.” He shoots me a smile that makes my heart flip.
“So what did he do, then? And what did you do?”
“I hired Sawyer to help me find you,” Adam says. He chuckles softly and adds, “He spent two years trying to do that, without even knowing that it’s you I’ve been looking for.”
I frown.
So that means . . . If tonight’s not the first time we meet and he knows I used to work at The Succubus . . .
Could he be . . .
I mean, I only worked there that one night before the whole thing got me spooked.
And the very thing that scared me was . . .
That masked man. The one who took me into the private room.
Could this man sitting in front of me right now be him?
Could it be that, after I quit the job, the very man who ruined The Succubus for me has now found me?
Man, if my guess is right, I seriously have the worst luck.
“Who are you?” I ask him directly.
“You don’t remember me?” he asks, gazing at me with his sharp, penetrating green eyes.
As our eyes meet, it feels like I’m noticing him for the first time.
Our surroundings are completely different, now that we’re in my home instead of at some secret sex club. As a general rule, I don’t expect the best lay of my life, whom I met at some secret sex club, to just waltz into my kitchen with my brother and my son—or should I say our son now?