Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 123212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 616(@200wpm)___ 493(@250wpm)___ 411(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 616(@200wpm)___ 493(@250wpm)___ 411(@300wpm)
I couldn’t stop watching her. Seeing her being so carefree was refreshing, though I don’t know how she’s going to feel in the morning. I don’t think she’s even had a sip of alcohol in years so I’m sure she’s going to wake up with a killer hangover. I might be the one on bacon and eggs duty tomorrow.
Most of the older people have gone leaving only the spirited ones here to party with us, and by spirited, what I mean are people like Milo who have stripped off most of their clothes and are running around the party in nothing but a 1920’s hat, suit pants, and suspenders. He looks insane but the smile on his face is infectious.
The old jazz music has been swapped out for something we can all get down to and it pulses through the mansion, rattling the chandeliers and sending vibrations through the floor to ceiling windows.
A lot of the girls from school are here and mixing with all the guys I knew from BSA. It is honestly the best night of my life. I’ve never enjoyed myself like this and felt so damn welcome. Since the second his last business contact walked out the door with his drunk wife, Colton hasn’t moved from my side and he’s made sure to show me the best damn time of my life while constantly flashing me that perfect smile that has everything inside of me melting.
I’m a fucking goner where this guy is concerned. If I’m not careful, he’s going to drown me in a world that I don’t belong in and I may never find my way out, but then a part of me doesn’t want to get out. I want to stay right here and drown in his love, succumb to his touches, and falter under his deep words.
Spencer steps into my side and hands me another shot glass. “Do you think you could handle another?”
I grin up at him and take the shot from his hand as Colton murmurs something about tonight being a messy night. “Please, do you even know who you’re talking to? My bra matches my panties. That is not a trait of a woman who can’t handle her liquor.”
Spencer smiles wide and holds out his own shot. “Then what are you waiting for?”
Our glasses clink in the middle and just as the cool liquid burns down my throat, Charlie comes running in with a shot of his own. “Me too, me too, me too.” He throws his shot back and the movement has him tripping over his own damn feet and slamming hard against Spencer.
The two of them go down like a sack of shit and I hold onto my stomach as I howl with uncontrollable laughter.
Colton shakes his head, probably thinking about which couch to let them crash on and how much of a hassle it’s going to be when they inevitably hurl all over it, but either way, he lets them go, not one to ruin their fun.
Milo comes bounding back into our circle and slips an arm around my waist before literally picking me up and removing me from Colton’s side. “Come on, bitch. We’re dancing.”
Well, who the hell am I to say no? Though, I have to admit, I’m surprised these guys haven’t figured out that Milo’s gay yet … or bi. Who knows? God knows he doesn’t.
I let him pull me away and as I turn to hurry toward the dancefloor, I crash into a hard body and come to a startling stop. “Oh, sorry,” I rush out, laughing but the man’s grip on my arms has me glancing up and meeting his eyes.
I suck in a harsh breath as his familiar smell wraps around me and makes my head spin.
Nic.
His stare bears down on me and I’m instantly jolted back into the Black Widows clubhouse to where he stood behind those men and so effortlessly took their lives. Desperation cuts through me. I’ve been avoiding his calls all week and I can guarantee that hasn’t sat well with him. I try to tear out of his grip. “Let go of me.”
“Time to fucking go,” he spits before moving his hand down to my wrist and spinning on his heel. Nic gives me a hard tug and I stumble after him as my heart begins to race.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I demand, desperately trying to pull back on his grip as for the first time in my life, being held by him really isn’t as thrilling as it’s always been. My head spins from the sheer amount of alcohol pulsing through my veins and my attempts at freedom become laughable. “Dominic,” I yell over the music, knowing damn well that the bastard can hear me. “Let me go. I have nothing to say to you.”