Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
He leaned over, grabbing my chin, turning my face to look up at him. I glared into his once again serene, bright green eyes.
“That’s the second time you’ve looked away from me, instead of looking me in the fucking eyes when I’m talking to you, sweetheart. There won’t be a third.”
I jerked my face away from his grasp, and he let me go. “I could have been naked. But that doesn’t matter, does it? Little girls don’t make you hard anyway, but the woman last night sure as hell did,” I spewed, not being able to hold it in any longer. Mentally chastising myself for letting him know it hurt me.
He hurt me.
His face was impassive, neutral. I couldn’t read one damn thing and it further fueled my pissed off mood. I abruptly stood, walking away from him. Not giving him the chance to answer. I didn’t want to hear his bullshit response I knew he was going to give me. I closed my eyes, biting my lip from the sudden harsh pain the swift movement caused.
“You need to rest. You’re never going to heal if you don’t listen to me.”
“No!” I called out, turning around to face him. My temper, taking over. “Stop telling me what to do! Just because you’re used to bossing everyone else around, doesn’t mean shit to me. Now, leave! Don’t let the door hit your ass on the way out!” Throwing his exact words back at him from the day he kicked me out of his office, all those years ago.
“Get in bed,” he calmly ordered in a monotone voice. Pointing his long index finger toward the mattress.
“No,” I snarled, stepping toward him.
His eyes glazed over, and I secretly loved finally getting some sort of emotion from him.
“Get in the fucking bed, Lexi…” His hands, working into fists by his side.
I stepped toward him again, getting right in his face this time. Looking him dead in the eyes, I clenched out, “No.”
“Motherfucker!” he seethed from deep within his chest, cocking his head to the side with an eerie composure.
It all happened so fast. I didn’t even see him coming. The next thing I knew he picked me up again, carrying me over to the bed in three steady strides, setting me down in the middle of the mattress.
Holding me in place, he got close to my face, our mouths inches apart. He didn’t falter, speaking with execution, “I do not have time for your bullshit temper tantrums that you think I give a fuck about! When I tell you to do something, you fucking do it! I don't like to repeat myself. And I won't. Test me again, little girl. And watch what fucking happens to you. I’ll make you scream, and trust me, it won’t be from pleasure like it was for the woman I fucked last night.”
My chest heaved as I took in his threats. Pushing me back into the pillows, he let me go. Turning and leaving me without so much as a second glance. I spent the rest of the day, stewing in bed.
Exactly how he ordered me to.
I rode in the limo, heading to the strip club, in silence. Needing to gather all my thoughts. So much had happened in a matter of forty-eight hours. Including her.
Fucking Lexi.
That woman was going to be the end of me, and the sad part about it was, she didn’t even realize it. My head was pounding, and it was barely eight in the fucking morning. I couldn’t remember the last time I slept for more than an hour or two. Always sleeping with one eye open, waiting for whatever may come my way. The days wound into nights, like the spindle of a fucking thread.
I walked into my office, steering clear of all the bullshit my men were trying to bring to my attention. I sat in my leather office chair, setting my elbows on my desk, placing my throbbing head in between my hands. Allowing the silence to swallow me whole, relishing in the foreign feeling, even if it was just for a few minutes. I let it take over mind, body, and dark soul. Going from feeling so much over the last few days, to feeling nothing. My mind wasn’t used to it, and it had no fucking problem letting me know it didn’t appreciate the sentiment.
“Martinez,” Leo interrupted, opening my office door, and shutting it behind him.
“Fuck off,” I greeted, not bothering to look up.
“Well aren't you just a delightful bag of shit this morning,” he chuckled, sitting in one of the chairs, facing my desk.
If it were anyone else, I would have no problem putting a goddamn bullet in their balls if they ever talked to me that way. Leo was different.
“The girl?” he asked, with no hesitation.
“A pain in my fucking ass,” I simply stated.