Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 131330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 657(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 657(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
I make my way out of Austin’s home, and by the time I’m settling in behind the wheel of my Escalade, my phone is buzzing with an incoming text. Digging into my pocket, I pull it out before glancing down at the screen, and within seconds, a smug smirk cuts across my face.
Aspen - You’re an asshole.
She may be right, and telling Austin about her plans was definitely overstepping, but there’s no denying that when she’s feisty like this, I can’t fucking resist her. As I sit in Austin’s driveway, I get to work, texting his little sister back.
Izaac - You’re welcome.
13
ASPEN
Frustration burns through me, and honestly, I don’t know if it’s irritation with my brother’s need to butt into my business, annoyance with Izaac for all his whiplash and mixed signals, or if I’m just sexually frustrated for not being able to get myself off well all week. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve definitely tried, and no matter how long it takes me, I always reach the finish line, but it never hits the spot. I’m always left disappointed and even more on edge than when I started.
Who would have thought that one sexual experience would leave me so wound up and sex-crazed? I’ve barely been able to concentrate all week, and now that my plans for the night have fallen through, I’m left with nothing to do but sit on my couch and stare at the wall.
Fucking pathetic.
Unless . . .
My mystery Vixen man made a point to invite me back. Technically it would be rude not to accept, right? And I’m not in the business of letting other people down. But does that officially mean that I’m desperate? Am I that much of a loser that the only way I can get what I need is by visiting a stranger in a sex club?
Shit.
Let’s face it, despite how pissed off I am with Izaac right now, I’m still desperately in love with him, and I really doubt that I’ll be capable of meeting someone who could possibly have my feelings for Izaac fading, and I also doubt that I’ll be attempting the whole Tinder date thing again, so I’m screwed.
I need sex, and I’m not too ashamed to admit that I’m more than just desperate.
I need my mystery Vixen man more than my next breath, and now that I suddenly don’t have any plans for the night, what the hell is stopping me?
Determination pulses through my veins, and before I know it, I’m grabbing my phone and flying out the door. I’m already dressed and ready due to my failed date, so all I need is a little liquid courage, which I can find at Vixen’s bar.
A thrill blasts through me, propelling me ahead, and within seconds I drop into my car and hit the gas. I have to really concentrate to remember which roads to take, but within the space of twelve minutes, I pull up exactly where the Uber driver had dropped me and Becs off last week.
Holy shit. I can’t believe I’m actually doing this.
Maybe I should have texted to let her know I was coming. She had such a great time last week, I’m sure she would have loved to come again, but then I would have had to explain why I was here, and honestly, I’m not sure I’m ready for that conversation.
The moment I step out of my car, a wave of nerves settles in the pit of my stomach, but I do my best to ignore them as I walk a little up the street. As the opening of the alley appears before me, I peer down into the darkness, and my nerves turn into regret.
Maybe I didn’t really think this through.
It’s one thing walking down a dark alley with Becs at my side—a woman who wouldn’t hesitate to throw hands—but to do it alone when I’m scared of my own damn shadow . . . What the hell was I thinking?
The promise of a great time and a killer orgasm keeps me moving, one foot in front of the other. My hands shake the whole way down the alley, and my paranoia insists that the dark shadows are watching me with every step.
Reaching the familiar black door, I yank it open and hurry inside, barely getting the slightest flash of the Vixen logo above the door before I pass beneath it.
The heavy door closes behind me, and I make my way down the long hallway to the stairs, the dim lighting offering just enough light to help me relax. I make my way down, clutching the handrail before finally stepping out into the reception area.
I recognize the same girl that I saw here last week and curse myself for not being able to remember her name, but in my defense, there was a lot to take in.