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)
Safe.
Easing the door open, I walked in on Lexi finger fucking herself in my bed. I stepped further into the room unannounced, and enjoyed the show for a minute. My cock pushed against my slacks from the sight of her perfect, pink pussy, glistening from her own arousal. Soft moans filled the room, making me think twice about my plan. I would never forget the look on her face when she came eye to eye with my reflection.
Even though I shouldn’t have, I gave her pleasure before giving her pain. I couldn’t fucking help myself, I needed to give her something, knowing I was just about to break her goddamn heart. I couldn’t have possibly hated myself more than I did at that moment. Knowing what I was about to do. Fucking her over, making her think she was just another whore in my bed.
When she was everything, except that.
My dark soul screamed at me to make it right, make love to her how I deeply yearned to. Every time my eyes found hers, I thought I would break down and not be able to continue. Deep down I knew she felt and saw each and every moment of weakness. That’s how profound our connection was, which was all the more reason to let her go. To push her away. To make her fucking hate me. I would die before I ever let anything happen to her.
Every Devil needs an Angel.
And she was mine.
I laid in bed for hours after I brutally kicked her the fuck out of my room, thinking about my life. Coming to terms with the fact that Lexi was the first woman I ever truly, wholeheartedly loved. I was a boy trying to be a man in the past, trying to save a relationship with a woman who wasn’t right for me. Who’d never fought for me. Who didn’t believe in us. Who’d left me broken for years.
Lexi was made for me, and that realization alone nearly brought me to my knees.
I fucking loved her.
I loved her with every breath in my body, every piece of my fucked up heart, every last part of me belonged to her.
“What the fuck did I just do?” I scoffed to myself. Sitting up on the edge of the bed, roughly pulling back the hair away from my face.
I didn’t think twice about it, I ran. I fucking ran for my life that was in the room next door. Not giving a flying fuck what was right and what was wrong anymore. Ready to get down on my knees and beg for forgiveness if I needed to. Whatever it took to make her look at me again, the way she always did.
Always seeing the man I no longer thought existed.
“Lexi!” I called out in pure desperation as I ran down the hall, needing her to know I was finally fucking coming.
For her.
“Cariño! I’m so fucking sorry,” I apologized as soon as I rushed into her room. She wasn’t there. “Lexi!” I shouted, making my way into her en suite bathroom. Nothing. Panic started to take hold as I ran to her ballet studio next. “Lexi!” She wasn’t in there either. The room was dark and untouched.
I ran around the penthouse cursing it was so fucking immense. Searching every corner just to come up empty.
Memories from when I was fourteen came flooding back, trying to find Amari and Sophia. Fear set in, the room started to spin, my stomach fell to the fucking floor. Crouching down, unable to stand any longer, I buried my head in my hands, heaving for air.
My whole fucking world was crashing down on me.
“What the fuck,” I roared, standing abruptly, getting on the phone.
“Hey, bos—”
“Where is she?” I spewed, not giving Rick a chance to finish.
“Lexi’s in the penthouse.”
“No, motherfucker, she’s not. Now where the fuck is she?”
“Boss, I… I… don’t… she—”
“You have five minutes to fucking find her or you won’t live to see another day.” I hung up, quickly dialing another number.
“Hey, man—”
“Lexi’s gone, Leo. I can’t find her.”
“What do you mean you can’t find her?”
“Exactly what I just fucking said!”
“Jesus, calm down. I’m on my way over.”
I hung up, pacing the living room for what felt like years. Waiting for someone to give me something to go on. Calling every last resource in my phone. Leo showed up, and we spent the next forty-eight fucking hours, threatening, harassing, making sure everyone knew we meant fucking business.
I sat in my office chair, my elbows on my knees, with my head in between my hands. Feeling like a fucking failure. If something happened to her because of me. It would be my demise.
I’d put that bullet in my fucking head.
Leo walked back into the office, sighing, throwing his phone on my desk. “I found her.”
I shot up off the chair. “Where?”