Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Chapter 4
Roxie
My pussy throbs as the pleasure subsides, and Emiliano falls back to sleep. He woke me up to a passionate fucking so good he passed out. I lay there and stare at him. His short black hair slides over his forehead, giving him a gentle look, but I know there’s nothing gentle about that sexy beast. A wild man in a suit. Why do I feel as if this is the last time I’m going to see him?
The sun’s coming up, so I grab my phone and there’s a message from Cyber.
Flight leaves in a couple of hours. Make sure your brother is alive. Too much to drink last night.
Shit. I look over at Emiliano, wishing I had the guts to stay, but I don’t know if he wants more than what we did. After all, men have been known to say anything to get a woman into bed and especially during sex, even if they don’t mean a word of it.
“I’m going to miss you,” I whisper.
Slowly I slip out of the bed. I remember that he ruined my dress, but I snatch up his dress shirt from the living area and button it. It’s so big on me that it looks like a dress. With my shoes in my hand, I make my way to the exit.
I have to go, even though every step I take toward the door steals a bit of my soul. He’ll come after me if he really cares. If not, I’ve learned a valuable lesson about sex and men. At least, that’s what I tell myself so my heart doesn’t crack into a million pieces.
I rush down to my hotel room, grateful that no one saw me, just in time to hit the shower. Tears well up in my eyes as I do my best to get a hold of my emotions. I don’t have time to cry. Washing up and getting dressed is the best thing to do. When I get out, my brother is just waking up, looking a little tired. “Hey, you okay?”
“Yeah, why?”
“You are up earlier than I expected.” You have no idea.
“It’s already eight. We leave in twenty minutes.”
“Shit!” He rushes into the bedroom and grabs his things.
“Do you need any help?” I ask, stepping to the open door with my normally upbeat attitude so he doesn’t catch on. The last thing I need is my brother getting involved. He’d probably want to kill Emiliano for just touching me.
“No. I’m good.” We didn’t bring more than two days’ worth of clothes, so my mini suitcase and his duffle were all we brought. We make it to the lobby without being stopped, which I’m grateful for, although I do see a large man in a suit that screams security and he sends an uncomfortable chill down my spine.
By the time we’re in the SUV on the way to the airport, I feel like a part of me is gone, and I mean more than just my virginity. That I eagerly gave to him, but my heart isn’t prepared for the onslaught of emotions that eat at me.
“Damn. So glad you two were able to get ready after such a crazy night,” Cyber adds at the terminal.
Cyber constantly steals glances at me throughout the entire flight, annoying the fuck out of me. I want to bite his head off and ask what his problem is, but I have a feeling I already know. He’s aware I wasn’t in my room last night.
“Hair of the dog?” he offers my brother, who gladly accepts the drink before laying his head back on his seat.
“I’d give you the “hair of the dog,” but you left his hair at the hotel.”
“Fuck off, Cyber.” He’s a nosy motherfucker who needs to keep his mouth shut. It’s not like I’m a teenager anymore. I can date and fuck anyone I want without my brother’s, or any of the Riders’, permission.
“It’s for the best that you left,” he adds because he probably can’t stand Emiliano. Alpha men tend to bump heads, even if it’s not a competition.
“I know. Now leave me alone.”
“Roxie. Never mind.” He looks like he wants to say something, but he drops it. Thank heavens for that because my heart can’t take talking about Emiliano. I close my eyes and pretend to sleep for the rest of the flight.
God, sex messes with a woman’s head like crazy. My mind keeps replaying our stolen hours like I’m watching a movie: images of Emiliano staring into my eyes, telling me how we belong together and that he’ll never let me go, but then I think about our last passionate round. It was short, hot, but there were no more of those promises from the night before.
When we land in Dallas, I power my phone back up, hoping that he sent me a text or something. I don’t have any new messages or texts, letting me know all I need to know. It’s for the best that I left.