Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 55353 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55353 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
I knocked on Delvin’s door, with a surge of nervousness running through me. It’s just professional. It’s just professional. It’s just…
Delvin opened the door and smacked all the confusion I already had in the face with a baseball bat covered in nails. He was standing there in just a pair of sweatpants and nothing more. The outline of a sizable appendage down below proved that not only was he going commando, he had been blessed.
Delvin cleared his throat and I realized, embarrassingly, that my gaze had settled on places other than his face. My eyes shot up to meet his as the temperature in my body was already beginning to rise.
“Hello,” he said.
I swallowed hard. His pecs and abs were glistening from, what I guessed, was sweat. “Hi.”
“Sorry, I lost track of time working out. I was just about to jump in the shower. Come in.” He stepped aside and against my better judgement, I walked around him and entered the penthouse.
It was immaculate and well decorated. I hadn’t been in any of the other brothers’ homes before, but I had been in all of their offices. Most of them were messy and unkempt, apart from Harley and Jett’s, both of which looked like Ikea showrooms. Delvin’s living room had a similar look to it. There was a matching sofa and two loveseats that sat facing a fireplace adorned with a row of picture frames.
I didn’t hear Delvin close the door or move around me, but suddenly he was walking back out of his kitchen with a glass of white wine in his hand. He handed it over to me. “Make yourself comfortable. I won’t be long. Mav’s meeting us there, but the twins should be here pretty soon.”
I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. If the twins were going to be arriving soon, that meant that Delvin probably wasn’t planning on making a move. Maybe it was just my overactive imagination.
I took the glass and smiled. “Thank you.”
Delvin’s eyes slowly scanned down my form and then back up. I tried to pick an outfit that was both modest enough not to draw too much attention, but flashy enough not to be too stuffy for a club. I had a sleeveless, dark green dress that hugged my neck in a crew neckline, and covered my entire chest. It did open up into a triangle shape just above my belly button, but then the fabric started again and covered my entire hips and ass, and stopped mid-thigh. I had my hair down, in loose waves, and wore a pair of suede, black booties. The way Delvin was looking at me, it was as if I was standing in front of him stark naked.
“I’ll be back soon.” He turned his back to me and made his way down the hall and out of sight.
I turned around and started to pace around the apartment. I was afraid of getting too comfortable. It could be possible that I just accidentally caught Delvin, fresh off of a workout that had gone over time, about to hop in the shower, and there were no ill-dealings at all. However, Rogan had told me very clearly and specifically that nothing happened to them that they didn’t specifically want to happen, and if that was the case, Delvin knew exactly what he was up to. The last thing I should do was get comfortable on one of his couches when he comes out of the shower.
I wandered over to the fireplace and started to look over the pictures on the mantle. There was a picture of a young boy that looked like him with a couple of adults, that I assumed were his birth parents. Another next to it, depicted a slightly older Delvin, with a much older man standing next to him. They were standing in front of a piano and Delvin was holding up a 1st place ribbon. There were a couple of him by himself, and one more recent photo of him, his brothers, his father, and a beautiful woman in a wedding dress. I’d heard that Richard Foxx had recently gotten married from Sadie; I wondered if that was his wife. She was stunning, and clearly much younger.
“Her name is Sienna, my stepmom.” I jumped a little at the sound of Delvin’s voice and waited to turn around until I could gain my composure. “Well, my current stepmom. The twins’ birth mother died giving birth to them, so none of the eight of us ever knew her. Then Richard married a woman when we were all in middle school, a woman that was meant to help raise us, but none of us really liked her. He divorced her and then met Sienna a few years ago and they got hitched almost a year ago.”