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)
“Honestly, I don’t really know,” she says, pulling at the wristband that’s identical to the one on my wrist. “I think I just asked for it because that’s what I did last time, but I think I might just sit and watch.”
“Woah,” I say, gaping at her as we make our way to the bar. “What the hell happened to my best friend?”
Becs rolls her eyes, and we take our seats before quickly ordering our drinks, and just as usual, two perfectly made Cosmos show up before us. With our drinks in hand, we spin around on the barstools, and as we gaze out at the intriguing sights around us, I feel a familiar stare from across the club. My skin immediately dances with goosebumps.
Shivers sail down my spine, and I glance over my shoulder, finding Izaac standing with one of his security guards, listening to whatever he says, but he’s keeping every bit of his attention on me.
He doesn’t make a move to come to me, but the questions flicker in his dark eyes. What am I doing here? Am I just having a drink with a friend or have I come to play? Am I here for him? Or am I here for something different—someone different?
When he finishes his conversation, he strides around the club, his dark stare locked on mine, and I can’t help but drop my gaze, taking him in. He’s so fucking mouthwatering. It’s barely been a week since we . . . since he called it quits. A week since I’ve heard that raspy, deep tone. A week since I’ve felt his hands on my body, and I’ve never been so desperate.
I need him.
But I came here to show him what he lost, and I’m not the kind to back out so quickly.
“I hoped I’d see you again,” a deep tone rumbles through the VIP lounge, forcing me to lift my greedy eyes off Izaac and to the man standing behind Becs at the bar. For a moment, I assume it’s Ryatt Markin, keeping up his trend of stalking me the second I walk into the club, but I find a different face, one Becs has been very up close and personal with.
“Hey,” she says to the man who happily enticed her into the best group project she’s ever been a part of. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”
“Same could be said for you,” he murmurs as his dark gaze lifts to mine, his eyes hooded and filled with a deep interest before dropping back to Becs. “I was starting to wonder if maybe we’d scared you off.”
“Not at all,” she says, her cheeks flushing. “It was . . . ummm . . . definitely a night to remember.”
“Are you interested in a repeat performance?” he murmurs, his fingers brushing over her skin.
“I . . . uhh. Don’t get me wrong, I really want to. That night was . . . wow. I’ve never experienced anything like it, but I’m waiting for someone, and I was hoping that maybe when he got here . . .”
The man laughs. “Say no more,” he chides. “I know that look. You’ve found someone special.”
Becs blanches. “Woah. Let’s not be hasty. Don’t you go scaring a girl by throwing around big accusations like that,” she says, greedily taking another long sip of her Cosmo as I laugh at her pain, desperately ignoring the heavy gaze coming from across the club. It’s strange he hasn’t disappeared into his office like he usually does when he’s not ready to play.
“And what about you?” the man asks, his gaze on mine as he steps around Becs and offers me his hand, his dazzling eyes locked on mine. “Caesar.”
I take his hand, my cheeks flushing under his heavy stare. “I’m Aspen.”
“Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”
Goddamn. My stupid cheeks. I feel the burning, but I also feel Izaac’s stare like two lasers penetrating the back of my head. “Thank you.”
His gaze drops to the green wristband. “You wear green,” he states.
“I do,” I say with a nod, lifting my Cosmo to my lips. “I’ve never done this before.”
Caesar nods. “We’ll take it slow,” he says, offering me his hand again. “Would you like to go somewhere a little more private?”
My gaze flicks toward Izaac, and I watch as he slowly shakes his head. Honestly, I don’t even know if he realizes he’s doing it, but his disapproval has me getting to my feet and placing my hand in his.
Caesar leads me across the VIP lounge toward a small seating area, and the nerves begin settling inside of me. It’s a little cramped over here and won’t allow for too many people, nothing like the wide-open space he was in with Becs last time. There were at least four guys with her that night, but this space will allow for three at most. Though so far, he hasn’t made a move to welcome anyone to the party.