Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 64628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
“Yes.”
“Good. Keep seeing her.”
My cell starts buzzing, Livia’s ring tone she programmed into my cell contact list blasts through the air.
“The party will be here.”
He nods his head finally satisfied. “I won’t be here. You can have the house to yourself. Look fucking after it.”
I’ve never had this house to myself. Even when I thought I was here by myself, people would be coming and going. Business never stops for him. I guess that’s what I have to look forward to. Does he ever do anything but work anymore?
Walking away, Livia’s ring tone starts again. Shit! I only dropped her off two hours ago. When we’re alone, that’s when I fall for her more and more. When we’re around others, that’s when she’s the fake Livia. The Livia she puts on for every other person.
The sex is great. Better than fucking great. It was part of our initial attraction. Purely sexual, but now it’s gotten to be... more. More than what I expected anyway.
“Livia...” I answer closing my bedroom door.
“When are you coming back? My fingers can’t fuck me the same way you can.”
My head hits my bed, and my hands slide down my trousers. “Tell me how you do it. Fucking tell me how you touch yourself.”
She moans into my ear. “I closed my eyes, imagined that it was your cock sliding in and out of my wet fucking pussy. You owned it. The way you slammed in and out of me. It made me so fucking hot I came in seconds. You should have heard the scream that left my mouth. It was all for you, Ryken, the come that I licked off my fingers.” My hand beats faster on my cock. “It was all for you. Especially when I licked it off. Tasted myself all over my fingers. It was you I imagined who was licking them.”
“Fuck!”
“Now I’m palming my breast as I’m talking to you, right now. Imagining it’s you.”
I come, switching the phone to FaceTime so I can see her. She accepts, showing me her tits covered with her hands, then she squeezes her nipples.
“You’re eighteen in a few weeks, right?”
She lifts the cell phone to look at me and nods her head. “Yep. You going to throw me a private party at one of your clubs?”
“That could be arranged.”
She sits up, her tits jiggling on the screen and her smile so fucking bright. “Yes.” Her top stays down, and her tits stay out on display for my eyes only. “Your party... do you know where it will be held yet?”
“Here.”
Her eyes widen. “Really? I’ve never been in further than the dining room. You sure your father said yes to having it there?”
“He did. It’s happening this weekend.”
“I’m going to ask you something...” Sitting up on my bed I wait for her to speak. “I don’t want you to invite Sass.”
“Why? Did you have a falling out?”
Livia shakes her head. “No. But I see the way you still look at her.”
“It’s you I’m with. It’s you I see, Liv.”
She’s watching me, waiting for me to trip up. “Do you love me, Ryken?” She has this look, that if I don’t say the words, if they don’t fall from my lips right now she may be broken forever. So I do it, I tell her what she wants to hear.
“I do.”
“I was being silly. Invite her. I know you want to invite Stiles.”
“You have nothing to worry about, Liv.”
“I’m sorry. I love you, Ryken.”
The actual words have to leave my mouth, and they taste bitter when they do. “I love you, too.” I end the call on those words and instantly wonder if it was wrong to say them. There are feelings for her, but maybe not as strong as she wants them to be.
“YOU DON’T HAVE TO FINISH school.” These are the first words I hear when I wake up and come down the stairs.
“What are you talking about?”
“You don’t have to finish school. You’ve proven yourself. The business is yours. It will require your full attention. So decide now what you want to do.”
“I’ll decide tomorrow.”
Father nods his head. He’s already dressed in his suit. Reaching out, he pushes over a present and waits for me to open it. It’s a small box and inside is a key.
“What’s this for?”
“It’s your own master key to it all.”
“The clubs.”
He nods his head. “It’s the best present you’ll ever get from me. Plus him.” He points to Quinn who walks out, his arms crossed in front of his chest.
“You can’t give me Quinn. He’s a damn person.”
He shakes his head. “Quinn can handle every business I own. He will be your guide. Use him. Make the business yours and yours alone.”
“Why can’t you?” I argue with him.
“I’ll be on vacation. I’ll be here when you decide, then I’m off.”