Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 110824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
EZ grins. “I’ll go with you. Libby is busy working, so I don’t see her through the day.”
“Sounds good.”
I’m curious about Liberty and EZ’s relationship. I’ve not been exposed to one like it before. They snap at each other constantly. It’s not in a hateful way, though. It’s almost as if fighting is their foreplay.
“Me and the boys are going out tonight. You want to go?” EZ asks.
I look up at the clock on the wall. It was bedtime for my Kitten, but not so much here. I didn’t really want to go anywhere, but I wanted to be alone even less.
“Sure,” I answer. “Nothing better to do.”
Damn I need to go home as much as my woman wants me to.
angelina
. . .
When I woke up this morning, the last thing I planned on was taking a trip. It started off a great day. Victor called me to say good morning. His gravelly voice told me that he was still half asleep and only woke up long enough to call me. It was enough to convince me that I hate time differences. It didn’t matter if it was Greece or Arizona—they still sucked. I also missed him so much that I ached. What’s more, it appears he feels the same way. Which meant our ten-minute conversation was sweet, sex and frustrating.
It was frustrating because he wasn’t here with me and I wanted to be in his arms. It got worse when I told him I was still keeping my dinner with Sam—despite him coming home early. I let him know I planned a family dinner with Sam and him on his return. He agreed to that, but demanded I cancel my plans for tonight.
I’ll be honest, for a minute I started to agree. Then, I realized that I was being stupid. I needed to prove to Victor that he couldn’t control me. I might be broken, but I am stronger, and I need to stand on my own feet. It’s important that Victor see me as an equal—not a helpless victim he has to protect.
Victor told me he would see me in two days unless I decided I didn’t need him at all and hung up. His words felt harsh. They hurt, yet I understood them. I still went along with my plans however, and after meeting up with Sam things went from bad to worse. Now, I’m here, on a plane—yes, plane—on my way to somewhere I don’t know. Sam is sitting beside me and I’m texting a very irate Victor. I glance over at my stepbrother—who I’m carefully considering killing. He’s not trying to read my texts, but he has a very satisfied smile on his face. I roll my eyes and turn my attention back to my phone.
Victor:Sloan said you aren’t home yet.
Me:Victor, it’s only six. We’re at the theater. We decided to watch a movie before dinner.
Victor:You’ve been with him since three. Most movies last two hours.
Me:Are you seriously timing my date with Sam?
Victor:So, you admit it’s a date.
Me:Not like you’re making it sound! Sam is family, not a boyfriend.
Victor:Does he know that?
Me: I know it, smartass. If you don’t like me being alone with Sam so much, give up trying to dig up my past and come home.
Victor:I told you I would if I don’t uncover anything in the next couple of days.
Me:You didn’t say that. You said you’d come home--period. You have to let this drop.
Victor:We’ll talk about it when I’m there and you’re not out with another man.
Me:You’re acting nuts.
Victor:I let my woman go out with another man, so I fucking agree.
Me:You can’t see me, but I’m rolling my eyes.
Victor: Tell him if he tries anything on you, I will kill him.
Me:Victor, you’re being unreasonable.
Victor:No, Kitten. You are unreasonable expecting me to be ok with you being out with another man.
Me:He’s not another man. He’s my brother.
Victor:Except he’s not. I have to go.
Me:I can’t believe you’re mad at me, Victor.
Victor:Text me when you get home, Gia.
Me:Victor, I don’t want to fight. You’re the only man in my heart. You’re the only man who has ever been in my heart. You know that right?
I wait a few minutes and he doesn’t reply. There’s not even those three dots that tells you that someone is typing.
“Damn it,” I growl, feeling fear moving inside of me. I don’t know how to handle Victor’s silence.
“Something wrong?” Sam asks, as I put down my phone.
“Victor’s upset.” I’m pretty sure that’s an understatement, considering he never responded to my last text. He never does that.
“He didn’t like you being on a plane with me?”
Guilt hits me with his question. “I didn’t exactly tell him.”
Sam laughs so hard that one could call it a ‘guffaw’. He’s deriving entirely too much pleasure from this actually, and it’s kind of annoying. I shoot him a dirty look but that just makes him laugh harder.