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)
I jumped out of bed, running as fast as I could into the living room. “Dad! Dad! Dad!” I screamed all the way through the house.
“Lexi, it’s too early,” he grumbled as I shook him on the couch.
“Dad! Please! It’s Mom! She won’t wake up! She’s not breathing! I don’t know what’s going on!”
He bolted off the couch running toward the bedroom. “Fuck!” he shouted as soon as he got to her. “What did you do, baby? What the fuck did you do?” He shook her, taking her into his arms. Looking at all the pills on the nightstand then back to her. “Shit, what did you take? Baby, what did you take?”
I stood in the doorway and watched everything move in slow motion. Tears running down my face, as I wrapped my arms around myself. Still being able to feel her cold, lifeless skin on mine. A feeling that would never leave me. I sank down to the floor, rocking back and forth, watching my stepdad try to breathe life back into her.
Pumping on her chest…
One, two, three.
Screaming at me to call 911. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t talk, I could barely even breathe. My body in shock, my mind was spinning, my heart was pounding.
My life was ending…
Dad fell to his knees and broke down with his face in his hands. Sirens sounded in the distance. People talking all around me. Chaos from every corner of the house.
I just sat there.
Knowing right then and there I would have to break my promise to her.
I would have forgiven my mother for anything…
But I would never forgive her for this.
“Read em’ and weep, gentleman,” I grinned to the high rollers sitting at my table.
I collected my chips, tipped the dealer, and left. I flew into Vegas that morning to handle some business and blow off some steam at the same time. Who ever said you couldn’t mix business and pleasure, obviously had no clue what he was missing out on.
Briggs was back home with her nanny and Esteban, like always. I had a fucking thirteen-year-old, hormonal teen girl at home that made me want to pull out my fucking hair. Our relationship was still rocky and that was putting it mildly, but at least she stopped hoping for and seeking out a bond with me.
“Mr. Martinez, wait. Here are the documents for the quota you asked for,” James, my financial manager for the casinos, announced, joining me as I made my way toward the elevator.
I swiped my keycard against the access pad for the penthouse floor. Stepping in with him by my side, letting the doors close behind us.
“These numbers are still off, James,” I said, shaking my head, rubbing my fingers against my lips.
“I know… I think—”
“I don’t pay you to think. I pay you to handle my fucking money.” I shoved the documents into his chest, hard.
He huffed out from the unexpected blow.
I turned my attention to the chick that was in the elevator with us, watching her get down on her knees in front of me. She unzipped my slacks and pulled out my cock. Immediately deep throating me like she had something to prove.
I grinned. Our eyes connected as I watched her suck me off for a few seconds. Unraveling from the feel of her pouty lips wrapped around my cock. I looked over at James, who was looking everywhere except at the scene going down in front of him. Reaching over, I hit the button to the next floor, waiting till we came to a stop and the elevator doors opened.
“Get the fuck out,” I ordered, grabbing the back of the chick’s hair, leaning my head back against the wall before he even left. Once the doors closed, and the elevator started moving again, I pressed the emergency button, causing it to halt between floors.
She released my cock with a pop, gasping for air. “Don’t you want to go up to your place?” she panted, batting her eyelashes at me.
“Do you want to suck my cock, or do you want a tour around my penthouse? Because only the first one sounds semi-appealing to me.”
A small smile crept around her mouth. “I want the infamous El Diablo to fuck me.”
I wasn’t surprised that she knew who I was. There were very few people who didn’t, especially women. Gossip always traveled fast, especially for the elite and corrupt. I was the most eligible bachelor who had more money than he knew what to do with. Not to mention I was hung like a fucking horse. I got used to women throwing themselves at me, falling to their knees with their mouths open wide and their legs spread even wider.
And it never got fucking old.
I chuckled. “Is that right?” Gliding my fingers toward the back of her neck, I slowly and intentionally, massaged the soft nook area. Her head subconsciously leaned back into my touch, and she closed her eyes. I roughly gripped her hair, causing a moan to escape her swollen, cock sucking lips. I pulled her up to stand in front of me, eyeing her up and down. Her tits made me immediately want to stick my dick in between them, and come all over her average face.