Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32732 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32732 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
With that, I dropped the conversation. I’d put it in her head and solved some of the confusion she had. Now that she knew Jonah and I knew about each other and were okay with it, it was all up to her now.
But I wasn’t letting her shove us away, and I knew Jonah was on the same page I was.
24
Montana
I groaned in pain as I slowly came awake. Blaze’s couch was comfortable as hell, and I’d actually gotten a tiny bit of decent sleep in. Though, I figured that had something to do with the tea he’d had me drink. He’d said it would help me relax.
It relaxed me so much I passed out.
“Here,” Blaze said, gently gripping me under my arms. He helped me sit up and put a couple of pillows behind me, so I didn’t have to try so hard to keep myself upright. “You hungry?”
I looked up at him through sleepy, tired eyes. “If I say no?”
His lips quirked in amusement. “I’ll still make you eat something, Montana.”
I huffed in annoyance. “Then what’s the point in asking me?”
He gently gripped my chin, forcing my eyes on his. “It’s called respect, Montana.”
I arched a brow at him. “You mean you actually respect me?”
He growled. “You wear on my patience, woman.”
He stood to his full height again and moved toward his desk. A moment later, he was speaking to his PA, telling her to order us some food. I didn’t hear what he ordered—didn’t care to, if I was honest. I really wasn’t hungry. My appetite still wasn’t a hundred percent. The pain coursing through every part of my body sort of prevented it from getting better.
“You thought about what I said about Jonah?” he asked me.
I gritted my teeth. “No because there’s nothing to think about, Blaze,” I retorted, tilting my chin up at him. “It’s not right for the two of you to share me.”
He settled his cold eyes on mine. “So, you don’t give two fucks about what the two of us want?” he asked.
I wanted to scream in annoyance. Why was he trying to pressure me into this? What man in their right mind actually wanted to share a woman? None of this shit made sense to me.
I could never choose between them, and I could never ask them both to be with me just so I had the best of both worlds. It wasn’t fair to either of them. And on top of that, who the fuck was I to be jumping into a relationship with not one, but two men, and I could barely stand my own brother giving a fuck about me?
I wasn’t relationship material.
Hell, I wasn’t even mother material.
“No, I don’t,” I bitterly responded.
He just shook his head and focused on his computer screen.
* * *
“Hey, sis,” John greeted as he stepped into Blaze’s office.
Finally.
Things had been . . . tense between me and Blaze since our small argument earlier about me being with both him and Jonah. But I was standing my ground on this. They weren’t changing my mind.
“Can we go?” I asked when he opened his mouth to say something to Blaze.
John frowned at me. Blaze glared at me. “Don’t be a bitch just because you can’t handle your shit, Montana.”
Tears burned in my eyes, but I blinked them back. “Fuck you,” I seethed.
Blaze smirked at me and rolled back in his chair, patting his lap. “Anytime, sweetheart.”
I looked at John, so angry I could barely contain it. “Help me up so we can leave.”
Blaze got up from his chair and moved toward me. I glared up at him. “Don’t you fucking touch me.”
Completely ignoring me, he slid his arms beneath me and lifted me against his chest. I wanted to hit him, but I knew it would hurt too fucking much. “You don’t need to be walking that far, Montana,” Blaze told me, talking to me as if I were a child throwing a temper tantrum.
“And my brother could have carried me,” I snarled.
Blaze shrugged. “He could have, but it’s not his job anymore. It’s mine and Jonah’s.” He looked down at me. “That is where you’ll be tonight, right?”
I clenched my jaw, grinding my teeth so fucking hard my jaw popped. “No,” I snapped. “I’m going home—with John.” I glared up at him as he stepped out of the elevator and into the parking garage. “And don’t you fucking come bothering me either. I want to be alone.”
John opened the passenger seat of his car, and Blaze settled me into the seat with a gentleness that shocked me. He leaned over me, his hands braced on either side of my shoulders. My breath hitched in my throat as his cold, blue eyes met mine.
“You can run, and you can hide, Montana. But I will always find you, and I will always come after you.”