Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Wouldn’t that be just pleasant?
I sat down at the bar, ignoring him. I didn't have the energy nor the patience to deal with his shit this early in the morning. I rubbed my temples, trying to rid myself of the ache.
Grace, bless her heart, set a grilled ham and cheese sandwich in front of me. "Eat it. You'll probably feel a little better afterward. Drinking on an empty stomach is never a good idea.” She turned back to making some more food, probably for everyone else in the house. “Oh, and you passed out on the floor last night. I moved you onto the couch.”
I blinked at her back for a moment, surprised by the small act of kindness. Feeling Travis’s gaze on me, though, I snorted. Hell, it wasn’t my first time being in that predicament, but it really was the first bit of kindness I’d been shown in a long damn time.
“Not the first time,” I muttered, “but thanks.”
“Who would have guessed? The bitch has manners,” Travis mocked.
I clenched my fist. Fuck, all I wanted to do was bash his perfect fucking face in until he wasn’t so goddamn perfect anymore. “Do you ever shut the fuck up?” I snapped at him. He arched an eyebrow at me, almost seeming amused for a moment, which only infuriated me more. “All you’ve done since I’ve gotten here is get on my everlasting fucking nerve. Just shut up.”
He didn’t say anything else, but I didn’t miss the way his eyes flashed in anger before he looked away from me. I finished my food in silence, thankful for the small break from Travis’s annoyance.
Hot annoyance, but an annoyance, nonetheless.
“You can use the bathroom again to get a shower. There are more clothes for you in the same drawer that you got them out of yesterday. Do you remember how to get to my room?” Travis asked after I had finished my food.
I stared at him for a moment, my mind reeling. I swear, he had major fucking mood swings. One minute, he was getting on my fucking nerves, and the next minute, he was offering hospitality. I didn’t understand him.
I nodded at him and walked out of the room. When I reached his bathroom, I immediately got undressed and hopped in the shower, wanting to wash off the smell of alcohol that still lingered on my clothes. Once I got finished bathing, I just let the water run over me.
I didn’t understand why my dad hadn’t shown up yet. He should have found me by now. I was blown away by the fact that he hadn’t come through the front doors with guns blazing by now. This wasn’t his style, especially when it came to me.
I was the princess of the club—the president’s daughter.
None of this made sense. Was Travis really as powerful as Ryan said he was?
Suddenly, the shower door opened, and I looked over my shoulder to see a very naked Travis. My breath hitched in my throat as I ran my eyes over him, drinking in every inch of his toned physique. Fuck, he was like a god with hard, defined muscles, tattoos running down his arms and across his chest. I wanted to lick the indentions in his abs before following the path of that V that led down to his cock.
I bit my lip at the sight of his shaft. I felt my core clench with need, my pussy now soaked. I was responding to the sight of him like a bitch in heat, and I wasn’t even ashamed about it.
Because—holy fuck—I’d never wanted someone so bad in my life.
Travis stepped into the shower and closed the shower door behind him. He wrapped his hand around my throat and slowly dragged me toward him. He gazed down at me with lust-filled, chocolate brown eyes. “You know, it sucks you’re a bitch because this fucking body?” He groaned. I licked my lips. “It’s made to be worshipped,” Travis hotly murmured in my ear.
My breath hitched in my throat. His voice was low and throaty, sending tingles throughout my entire body. “What do you want to do with me?” I bravely asked him as I flattened my hands over his tattooed chest. I almost moaned as his muscles rippled beneath my touch.
“I’m going to do what I’ve been dying to do to you since I laid eyes on you,” he groaned.
His lips were suddenly on mine, taking and taking, giving and giving. My back pressed against the wall of the shower as he moved us. Our lips aggressively moved together as we kissed. I swear, I’d never been so fucking turned on in my life.
He bit my lip and pinched my nipple, drawing a moan from the back of my throat. He quickly took control, his tongue slipping between my lips. He began massaging my breasts, and I whimpered into the kiss. I was so wet that I could feel my juices running down my leg.