Deranged Vows – Lethal Vows Read Online T.L. Smith

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Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
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I’m not at all fazed by the vomit because, frankly, I currently have someone else’s blood on me. I wonder how she’d handle that knowledge.

I can’t deny enjoying this side of Lena; all her resistance pushed to the side. Pure vulnerability with flushed cheeks. And it’s exactly why I don’t want anyone else seeing her in this state.

“Yes, now get in the car.” She smiles as I lead her to the car and open the passenger door. I notice River and Anya getting into the back seat of her car. Clay is their driver. Will most likely stayed in the club. Besides when he takes payment for the job, hopefully this will be the last time I’ll see him.

“Can we drive through McDonald’s?” Lena begs.

“McDonald’s?”

“Yeah. I want a cheeseburger meal and chicken nuggets,” she says as she pushes out her bottom lip.

“Sweetheart, that surely can’t be good for you.”

She looks at me, stunned, as if I’d just offended her entire existence. “But if it’ll soak up some of those margaritas, we can make an exception.”

Then she beams with excitement, and she proceeds to sing. “One margarita, two margarita. Six chicken nuggets and a burger in my belly.”

I’m certain that’s not how the song goes, but I don’t tell her otherwise.

It’s shocking how much she begged for the food but only had one bite of the burger and two nuggets before passing out on the drive to my house. When we get there, I lift her from her seat, the McDonald’s paper bag in hand, and carry her inside.

The only light comes from the lamp in the living room, and the moment I arrive, Vance excuses himself.

Lena stirs but doesn’t wake as I put her in my bed. Where she belongs. As soon as I remove her heels and pull the covers over her, she curls herself into a ball and lets out a contented sigh. I’m not entirely sure what to do with the bag of food, so I put it on the bedside table, then watch her as she sleeps. I remove my gloves and brush my fingers through her hair.

She is breathtaking, even passed out drunk.

CHAPTER 40

Lena

Iwake surrounded by warmth. And something solid next to me in the bed. Shit, is that a person? Did I go home with someone last night?

Oh my god.

I can’t remember much past the happy hour margaritas. I vaguely recall forcing Anya into what I told her was barhopping, but she didn’t seem impressed.

I’m afraid to open my eyes and see who it is. And why they’re still holding me.

My stomach turns, and I go to roll away, but his grip is unrelenting. I try again, and he speaks.

“Lena.”

I know that voice.

“I’m gonna be sick,” I manage to say. His arm lifts away from me, and before I can move, my stomach churns. I throw up right where he was lying. I don’t know how the fuck he moved so fast, but he’s already off the bed, watching as I lose whatever was left in my stomach.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” I wipe at my mouth as I stare at the pink mess on the sheet beside me. I’m never drinking anything pink again.

I cover my mouth as I feel the urge to throw up again, and manage to get up and run to the bathroom this time. I make it to the toilet and hurl again, but hardly anything comes up.

Dropping down to my ass, I sit next to the toilet and look up to find Alek leaning against the doorjamb, naked. His cock is semi-hard, no gloves in sight, and he’s watching me.

“How did I get here? And did we…?” I glance down and see I still have on my dress and panties.

“You spewed on me, and you spewed on my bed. So no, we did not,” he says.

“So then why are you naked?” I ask, too shameless to look away.

“I figured, what was the point? You know, with you vomiting all over me throughout the night. If you look on the floor next to your side of the bed, you might even find a half-eaten chicken nugget.” I cringe at his words. “Though you did try to rub my cock several times in your sleep.”

I gasp

“You should shower; you stink. And now I need a new mattress.”

“I’ll buy you a new mattress,” I tell him breathlessly. Oh my god. The horror and shame.

“Why did you drink so much last night?” he asks as he steps past me to the shower, and his toned ass comes into view as he turns the water on. I stare at it because it’s a damn good-looking ass. Fuck, I feel horrible, yet my pussy still throbs at the thought of him inside me.

I’m seriously messed up. Maybe I’m still drunk.

“I was celebrating my last night and got carried away at happy hour. I saw you at the show,” I say quietly.


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