Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 164459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 822(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 822(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
I look her over, watching as she studies her lap and the food on her plate. What kind of fool would I be to say yes to that? Oh, yeah, Jenny. I chose to fight rather than salvage our relationship.
I stand up and walk towards the window, sticking my hands in my front pockets.
I take a look around the city. I have a great view from this room, but I need to get her out of this hotel. I need to show her a good time.
“Get dressed.”
“For what?” she questions.
“I want to take you somewhere.”
“Where?”
I turn to look at her. “You still ask a ton of fucking questions.”
She cocks a stern brown.
“I don’t want to spoil it.” I put on a half-smile.
She presses her lips and then looks at her suitcase. Holding her hands out and gesturing to her outfit, she says, “Can’t. Not many good clothes, remember?”
I shrug. “Fuck the old clothes. I’ll take you shopping for some new ones. You can get whatever you want.”
She narrows her eyes and then points her fork at me. “What are you trying to do here, Doomsday?”
I smirk, walking towards the closet. “I just want you to remember the good in me.”
She’s quiet for a few seconds, and when I look back, a smile is on her lips. “You’ll let me get whatever I want?”
“Whatever you want, Snoop.”
“Oh, my gosh,” she laughs. “How do you even remember that name? It was so annoying.”
“How could I forget? You are the nosiest person I know,” I chuckle.
She slides her tray away and stands. Some of the skin of her flat belly shows as she stretches and then walks around me to get to the bathroom.
“Okay. Fine. If you’re really offering, we’ll shop, but I won’t buy much. And you have to promise to let me pick out at least one outfit for you.”
I stop her before she can walk into the bathroom, grabbing her by the elbow and reeling her back gently. “Don’t worry about the money. There’s plenty. As for the outfit? Hell, no. Some things may have changed, but that isn’t one of them.”
She bites a smile. “I figured macho man Drake was still in there somewhere.” She’s teasing now. I’m glad to see she’s still playful.
“I didn’t even let my grandma buy my clothes.”
Her smile fades and her face softens. As if she remembers something, she straightens her back. Her eyes hold mine, and my heart sinks.
I shouldn’t have mentioned my grandmother. She might start asking questions and I honestly don’t think I’m prepared to answer them right now.
One thing at a time.
Remaining strong, I turn fully to face her, drawing her body closer to mine. When we are nose-to-nose, she stares into my eyes, and it’s almost like she’s forgotten about the question that was on the tip of her tongue.
Her breathing becomes heavier, her lips twitching for a taste of mine. I hold back, and it’s the hardest fucking thing to do. All I want is to feel those soft, rose petal-like lips again. All I want is to hold her close and never let go.
“Let me take care of you, Jenny. I couldn’t do it four years ago, but I can now. Let me make it up to you.”
Her teeth sink into her plump bottom lip, and that gesture alone is enough to make me want to rip her clothes off.
But still, I hold off. I’ll give her some time to warm up. She needs it, and I need to regain her trust.
“I will give you this chance.” She releases herself and turns around again. “Just don’t mess this one up.”
I watch her carefully before she shuts the door. I hear her start the shower, and then I turn around, fighting a laugh.
I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. I just know I want her back. I want her to know that I’ve made some mistakes, but back then, I was confused. Hurt.
But I’m here now. And I swear on everything I have ever loved, I am not letting her out of my reach.
Those years without her were pure hell, and every time I fought in the cages, it was so I could get where I am now, one step closer to freedom. I fought in hopes that she’d see me—find me, or better yet, I’d find her.
I fought so I could get my girl again, and take care of her like I should have four years ago.
None of the bitches I occasionally fucked meant anything to me. They couldn’t fill the void. Their flesh could never match Jenny’s, nor could their hearts. Jenny was pure and real and different. She saw me for what I was, and she respected me.
She didn’t see me as Doomsday. She saw me as a typical guy with a typical personality. She knew I had my downfalls, but she accepted them and transformed them into good things. She made me see the good in myself. She made me forget all the bad, dirty shit I went through every day.