Fervor Read Online Jordan Silver

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 38978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
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I felt that niggling anticipation that has been my constant companion for the past few days creeping up on me again. The one that made me boot up my Mac and Google my life. This time around, I fought it off and headed for the shower. I made the water as hot and then as cold as I could, not even giving my boy a cursory tug. What kind of fucked up shit could prevent a man from pulling one-off in the mornings? Even when I was getting pussy on the regular, I could still rub one out. This shit had to stop, but I knew the only way it would end was if I knocked the shit out of that bitch, but if I did that, for sure, the cops would be on my ass; how come no one was arresting her sorry ass for the shit she did to me? This shit was murder. I felt the telltale betrayal of tears as they coursed down my cheeks, as thoughts of her flooded my mind. I loved her so damn much; I probably hadn't even realized how much until this shit happened. She was my fucking world, and now that shit was rocked off its axis. What to do, what to do, what to do? One thing was for certain, as I toweled off and threw on a pair of sweats, no more Jack, I had to get my shit together; it was time to take the power back. This was me, Gage fucking Maddox, master of my motherfucking universe. I run this bitch.

CHAPTER 3

First order of business call mom; none of us were allowed to go a whole week without some form of contact with the home front. It didn't matter if we were in the bowels of Borneo or bumfuck anywhere; unless we were in a coma, we called home. I knew she was having a hard time with this; my whole family was; they'd all grown to love the viper I had introduced into their midst three years ago. I'd briefly spoken to my parents for about five minutes that first day when my life was fucked, but nothing since then. I just couldn't; I had nothing in me to give to anyone. Bitch gutted me like fuck. You know you hear all these stories and see some fucked up shit in the Wood, but you tell yourself that would never be me, I would never play the chump. Well, somebody must've had it out for my ass because she didn't just knock me down a peg; she threw my ass off the fucking ladder. It's widely believed that in the Wood, everyone is fake, relationships are organized, and everything rolls off you like you're Teflon; well fuck that noise; I'm a real motherfucker; I wasn't raised with this shit. My family isn't a Hollywood family, I was the first and only one in the business, my dad was a head surgeon at his hospital in our little hometown in Montana, and moms was an interior designer who stayed home until my little sister Tiffany started school. Dad comes from money, like a boat load of that shit, but moms came from humble beginnings; she taught us how to value the things that were important in life; we had to work hard for what we wanted. It wasn't just handed to us, well, okay, we didn't mow the lawn and all that shit, but we had to do good in school, keep our rooms clean, play nice with others and all that happy shit, okay, that's not as hard as some have it, but it did teach us to respect certain things. So all those jokers who were in the tabloids speculating that this shit was some kind of hoax could go fuck themselves, tell that shit to my decimated heart assholes.

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Enough of this shit. I have to get my shit straight, so I can call home and talk to moms without losing it. I took a deep breath and reached for calmness. Heading into the state-of-the-art kitchen, I brewed a pot of coffee for the first time since my arrival. Foregoing my new enemy, aka the laptop, I headed outside for some much-needed fresh air. It felt like years instead of days since I'd been outdoors. I can't believe this is my life; one week ago, I was on stage with the love of my life, the woman I was about to ask to marry me, basking in the glow of our success. Our one movie together had been phenomenal and had catapulted both of us into stardom; I was so in love with her that night, smiling for our fans and just loving life, until it all came crashing down twenty-four hours later. Now here I am, a clone of myself hiding away and licking my wounds. Another deep breath Gage; you're still breathing, so there's still life to live, just pick the pieces up and keep on trekking on. Yeah, okay.


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