Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
"I'm not drunk asshole, I just drank a little something to take the edge off. You destroyed my life what do you expect?"
"I destroyed your life? I don't recall telling you to suck his dick, or to let him fuck you in my bed you bitch, now get the fuck out of here."
Oh crap, time to go. I started to head out of the laundry room, through the kitchen heading for the stairs that lead to the second floor. I held my breath and tiptoed, not making a sound. That vampire bitch can smell blood.
But my stupid foot caught on the stool next to the island and sent it crashing onto the floor. I could see them both turn and look at me through the little archway.
He had a slight smirk on his face because of my clumsiness, something he’s always teasing me about, and I shrugged in apology. She was a different story entirely though. If looks could kill she would’ve flayed me.
"What's she doing here, you fucking the teenage help now you fucker?" She caught the look he was giving me and somehow misinterpreted it. And then all hell broke loose.
He didn’t answer her, just gave her one of his patented looks and that only seemed to incense her more. I started to make good my escape and then she flew at me in a rage. Nails drawn and a look of my impending death on her face.
This is one crazy chick, something that I was well aware of, and I'm no fighter so I was about to run. I barely took a few steps before Mr. Killion jumped between us before she could get into the room with me. He put his body between us and turned to her, breathing fire.
“Don’t you fucking touch her.” Oh my word, I think I had a mini O at that. He looked so strong, so fierce so masculine, as he stood between me and danger.
She tried to get around him to get to me, spitting mad that she couldn’t because he blocked her with his arm. I would’ve so enjoyed his show of protectiveness if his ex wife wasn’t shooting death rays at me with her eyes.
So even though it gave me a sweet tingle, I was never one to be comfortable with confrontations. I’m more the tuck tail and turn away type. Stuff like this breaks me out in hives.
I know I’m making myself sound like a total dweeb, but nothing could be farther from the truth. I just know how to choose my battles, and what works for me.
One good advantage of being the withdrawn type, is that you learn a lot about people and how they think. You have more time to observe when you’re not part of the fray, and I’ve always been good at discerning things.
You see, a man whose wife was caught cheating and whose exploits are being bandied about in all circles, would not be too keen on a bold, in your face little teeny bopper.
I’ve been studying Mr. Gage Killion for quite some time, and trust me, I know exactly what I’m doing. I’m just the kind of girl he needs after the number she’d done on him, I just need to be patient.
So although my fantasies run away with me and I’d like to do all manner of sordid things to him and have him return the favor some day. For now I’m playing it safe. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
“You little bitch, you couldn’t wait…”
“That’s enough. You don’t get to come into my home and speak to my guest like that. She’s welcome here, you’re not. Now please leave.”
Ooh, that’s gotta sting. She had a few more choice words to say about and to me, and I knew it was just killing her that he was using his big manly self to protect little ole me from her.
The fact that I’d like to flatten the blonde bimbo was well hidden under my most innocent wide-eyed stare. I needed saving from this she-wolf and he was just the man to do it.
Of course I knew I could take her. That’s the one place I’m not shy. I’ve been taking self defense classes since I was fifteen and mom discovered the discovery channel.
Didn’t a day go by that that woman didn’t imagine some horror befalling her only daughter at the hands of some masked murdered slash pervert. But I liked him standing between me and danger.
"Maybe I should leave and come back when the kids get here." Butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth. You see, I may not be as bold as some, but I’m no dummy.
I know what I want and I aim to get it. I’ve been in love with him since the first time we met. It wasn’t hard. He’s one of those guys who has it all. Looks, wealth, and a moral compass. But he’d been married back then and I was little more than jailbait.