Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 64793 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64793 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
“Will you leave already?” I stare at Sailor as she speaks through the crack of the door. Shaking her head, she shuts it again.
“You’re with her, aren’t you?”
“Now is not the time.”
“Like hell it’s not!” Paige screams. “Where are you? Tell me right now.”
Before she can say another word, I hang up on her, and walk to the bedroom door. I hear the shower running and stay put until it turns off before I enter. Walking in, I see her dress lying neatly on the bed. I settle in on her mattress to wait. It’s not long before she walks out with a towel wrapped around her gorgeous body hiding it from me.
“You don’t take the hint, do you?”
“I always get what I want.”
“Congrats, you’ve had me. So, you’re free to leave.”
“I don’t just want some of you, I want all of you.” I stand and undo my top button.
Sailor’s eyes flick to it, and her head starts shaking. “Don’t you dare do that. Back up, right now.”
I’ve come to the realization I want her.
All of her.
At first, I thought it was only her body I wanted. Oh, how wrong I was. When I saw her again and spoke to her, I knew I had to have her. That only she will do.
The not having a child part could be an issue, considering I have to produce an heir. But that we can work out at a later date.
Her hands cling tightly to her towel, gripping it with all her might, as I almost get through undoing all my buttons.
“I’ve told you … I don’t have time for this. I need to sleep and relax. And this, ” she waves her hand in front of my body, “… is not relaxing.”
“What do you think I’m doing?”
Her head drops to the side as her brows raise. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”
“No idea what you’re talking about. I have the day off and figured why not spend it in bed with you. I have food on its way.” Pulling my shirt off, I place it neatly on the edge of her bed.
“If I asked you to leave?”
I turn my back to her and kick off my shoes. “I don’t listen.”
“I’ll leave, then.” Sailor turns to walk to the door, but I call her name as I lie back.
“If you leave, I’ll just follow. Now, get in the bed, lollipop. I promise I won’t fuck you unless you’re begging for it.”
She spins on her heels. “I would never.”
Putting my hands behind my head, I smile at her, watching as she takes in my bare chest.
“Never say never.” I wink.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Sailor
I tried almost everything to get him to leave, but he didn’t budge. Like, doesn’t he have a job to do or something? Or does he just choose who he wants to kill today?
We had pizza, and it wasn’t just your average pizza, it was amazing. I haven’t been spoiling myself with takeout lately due to trying to save as much money as I possibly can.
“Why aren’t you charging me the full rent?” I ask as he sits next to me while we watch some horror movie, which was my pick.
“For the apartment?” he asks, his eyes still fixated on the television.
“No, for the sex,” I respond with an eye roll. “Of course, for the apartment.”
“The sex is free. Told you all you have to do is beg.” His gaze slides away from the movie, and he winks at me. “But to answer your question, Joey told me what you looked at before. This is a better option and was tenant-free so ...”
“You should charge me properly, or I’m moving out.”
“I take payment in the form of blowjobs.”
I almost choke on my drink. “Surely, you know that’s not going to happen.”
“Well, then you know I won’t take payment. I own this apartment outright. It was actually one of the first things I bought. It’s solely mine, and I lived here for years before I upgraded.”
“You don’t live in the city,” I state.
“I do. Would you like to see?”
That’s an invitation, and I do not want to say yes, so instead, I take another sip of my drink to avoid answering.
“Is this the kind of thing you did with him?” he asks as I jump from a man appearing out of nowhere on the screen.
“With Dillan?” I ask, and he nods his head. “No. Dillan hated sitting for too long. On his days off, he would be out with his friends while I was at home alone.” I shrug. “I ended up liking it that way, though,” I tell him honestly. “Alone time is good for the soul,” I whisper.
“I’m alone no matter what I do, what decision I make,” he says, his eyes locked on the television. It’s like it’s the most genuine thing he has ever said to me.