Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 91438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
He pulled away, his lips glistening in my juices, looking over his shoulder to where my eyes were pointed, and he completely froze.
His muscles locked tight, as he suddenly exploded away from me, gathering a towel from the rack beside the shower and wrapped it around me.
“Get dressed,” he growled, walking to the door and yanking it open.
The tone of his voice told me that this clearly wasn’t just one of Silas’ moods, and I hurried to do as he instructed.
This was serious, his whole demeanor told me so, and I wouldn’t be screwing around.
I rushed into the bedroom and got dressed. Quickly.
And it was good thing I did, too, because within two minutes of him leaving the bedroom he was walking right back into the room with some type of electronic box in his hand, all of the men that had been in the kitchen following behind him.
I sat down warily on the bed, scooting to the middle and crossing my legs in front of me as I pulled my knees up tightly to my chest.
Wrapping my arms around my legs, I watched as each man methodically searched the room, moving things around and generally making a colossal mess in their quest to find whatever it was that they were looking for.
“In here,” I heard Kettle yell.
I blinked and watched as Silas moved to the closet, which was between the bathroom and the bedroom.
“Motherfucker! Goddamn motherfucker was in my house!” Silas growled low.
I looked down at my hands, remembering all the things I’d done in this room with Silas.
When had whatever he’d found gotten there?
Was it there since the beginning? Only since last night?
Where’d it face?
“Looks pretty new,” Trance said, inspecting what looked to be the smallest camera in the world. “Ran off a battery, too. Has a memory card in here. Looks to be one of those ones that he’d have to come back to the housei love to check the footage.”
I was relieved at hearing that news, it was definitely better than the alternative of it being a live streaming device allowing the person who placed it there to check in anytime they wanted to.
Now my hope was that it’d been put in very recently and hadn’t yet been checked.
Which was a realistic hope, given the fact that I knew for certain that the maid cleaned the bathroom mirror when she was here last.
“You know,” I said, interrupting the intense conversation that was going on in front of me. “The maid came last Tuesday, and I know for a fact that she cleaned the bathroom mirror. The note that I left on the bathroom mirror is gone. Remember Silas?”
His eyes went far away for a minute while he thought back to the note.
I’d left in a hurry that morning with him in the middle of the lake fishing from his boat.
So I ran around inside the house like a chicken with my head cut off looking for a piece of paper to tell him that my phone was dead and I had to go into work to get the charger for it. In my haste to leave, I’d written him a note on the bathroom mirror knowing he’d see it.
It’d been there for two days until the maid had come and cleaned the house, since apparently Silas didn’t even own a bottle of glass cleaner.
I remember being embarrassed at the thought of her reading what I’d said: I’m going to the office to get my charger. Your ass looks sexy in your boat.
I hadn’t even been able to see him from where I’d been.
But I knew it to be a fact, so I’d written it to him knowing it’d make him smile.
“That was Tuesday,” Silas said, eyes again going far away as he looked at the camera in his hand. “Today is Sunday.”
I nodded but didn’t say anything.
Then Silas hauled back and threw the camera across the room, shattering it as it smashed against the wall.
Pieces of glass and plastic littered the floor, and I closed my eyes, knowing that Silas was worrying.
Worried Silas equaled bad mood Silas.
Something I’d come to recognize since we’d met and started dating.
“Can you just…get her out of here for a little bit? Take the boat,” Silas said roughly, pulling his hands up to sift through his hair.
Sebastian nodded and pulled away, walking to the closet and pulling out a pair of shoes.
He tossed them on the bed and I slipped them on to my feet, watching Silas’s chest heave as he drew in breath after breath.
Never once did his eyes turn to me, and I knew the best thing I could do right then was leave.
Standing up, I moved in between big bulky men that were taking up the space of our bedroom and stopped in front of my man.
“So, do I get to call you my old man?” I whispered, pressing my lips against his strong jaw.
He finally looked down at me, and his muscles immediately softened.
“Yeah, you do,” he said simply.
“I love you.”
His eyes closed.
“I love you too, which is why it pisses me the fuck off that I have to get you out of here while we figure this out,” he growled.
I hugged him around the belly.
“Don’t leave me over there for too long. Your grandkids are hellions,” I teased.
He huffed out a laugh. “They take after their daddy.”
“Hey!” Sebastian said indignantly.
I smiled and pressed my lips to his.
“Be safe.”
Little did I know that those words would haunt me hours later.
***
“You have to tell her, Sebastian. She’s going to figure it out eventually,” Baylee hissed.
I woke from sleep almost instantly, but my years in prison had finely honed my faking sleep skills.
I knew that I’d learn more from them now by eavesdropping on their conversation while I pretended to be asleep instead of waking up and demanding they tell me what was going on outright.
Or, at least, that’s how I’d get the most information from Sebastian.
Baylee would probably just tell me whatever it was that I wanted to know.