Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 87416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
“Lucy. I know she would do anything to have him, however she could have him. Even if that meant being a side piece.”
“You’re saying he’s not the type to be faithful?” Is anyone? I’m not going to put Grave in a category with just men. Women cheat too. I’ve never done it because I’ve had it happen to me, and it hurt. I don’t understand why a man or woman can’t just be honest with the person they’re with and say I don’t want to be with you anymore.
“No, you’re putting words in my mouth.” She sighs. “I’m just saying that you need to decide what you want. Either take it or let her have it.” She shrugs. “Because honey, that choice is a hundred percent yours.”
She walks off to enter her closet. Grave doesn’t make me feel like I have to compete or there is a race I’m desperately trying to win. But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. I know Lucy still calls him. The question is, does he call her after he leaves me? And if he does, how would that make me feel? Pretty fucking pissed if I’m being honest with myself!
He’s supposed to be mine, right? We’ve only had one official date, but who the fuck has time to date anymore? I don’t need to get dressed up and go to an expensive dinner for someone to prove they like me. I just need quality time with them, and we’ve done that. Every chance we’ve gotten. I feel comfortable around him and can be myself. He’s saved me. He’s saved my dream. That means more than lobster and steak. The way his lips kiss mine make me melt. The way he touches me sets me on fire. And I know I do the same to him. He can’t stop because he keeps coming back for more.
Is it just sex for him? I can’t answer that. Only he can. But he did say he was staying around as long as I wanted him to.
I look at myself in the mirror and take a deep breath. I don’t want to share him. I want to be selfish.
Making up my mind, I pull my eyeliner out of my makeup bag and put on a couple more layers top and bottom before grabbing my hair and teasing the crown to give it a little more volume.
“How’s this look?”
I turn to see Jasmine wearing a black crop top, hanging off one shoulder, revealing a black lace bra strap in a pair of denim shorts and fishnet tights. “Dammmmnn.” I approve. The woman is hot.
“You think?”
My eyes drop to her legs. “What happened to your knees?” I ask.
She growls. “I gave head last night. Fucked my knees all up.”
“On what? Gravel?”
She lets out a sigh. “That’s why I wore the fishnets. To try to hide them better. Are they that bad?”
I shake my head. “No. I just noticed the right one …” The left isn’t as bad. But you can see they’re bruised, and one has a pretty good cut. “I hope you got yours too,” I add.
She gives me a smile. “Oh, he delivered.” The smile drops off her face. “Then he went and fucked it all up.”
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She drives us about thirty minutes outside of Vegas. All I see is desert for most of it, but then sure enough, there’s an airport in the middle of nowhere. It looks like McCarran on Thanksgiving break. Cars and trucks fill a large parking lot on the side. She pulls into a parking garage and takes us up to the sixth level. People walk around, getting on and off the elevators.
She finds a spot and pulls into it, shutting off the car. “Stay close to me,” she says.
“Is this place dangerous?” I suppose that’s a question I should have asked before we came. I would have packed Mace in my bag.
“It can get rowdy.” She nods, reaching in front of me and pops open her glove box. She grabs a knife, before slamming it shut. Then reaches into the back seat and grabs her purse, shoving the knife inside of it.
“Hey, ladies.” A guy whistles at us as we walk by his truck. He has the tailgate down and sits on it with two of his friends. You can smell the weed they’re smoking. “Wanna ride?” He grabs his crotch.
“Sorry, boys.” She reaches out, throwing her arm over my shoulders, pulling me into her side. “The only thing she’ll be riding is my face later.”
His eyes widen and one of his friends spits out his drink. “Can we watch?” he asks, hopeful.
I laugh at the fact he thought she was being serious.
“They’re all the same,” she whispers, shaking her head.
We walk across a sky bridge and enter the building. It looks exactly like an airport would. There are conveyor belts where luggage would ride, waiting for passengers to pick them up, but they look like they haven’t been used in years.