Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 65310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
I couldn’t contain my snort of laughter as I watched the door continue to burn.
Luckily, it was a metal door.
The frame, however, was not. Which was why, when I said what I said next, it was for both of our benefit.
“Concentrate on something cold!” I yelled.
That’s how I mastered the power when I was younger, anyway. I had no idea whether it would work for her.
Different things worked for different people.
Different strokes for different folks, and all that fun shit.
My brother had a different way of doing it, but I was only running on instinct right then.
Just as quickly as the fire had appeared, it stopped and the door was suddenly covered in a layer of frost.
“Good!” I yelled. “Now open the door and let me help you.”
“How do I know you’re not a murderer?” The woman questioned nervously.
I smirked, thinking to myself, What if I am, little sheep? What will you do about it?
“I’m not a murderer,” I informed her hoping that would be enough to convince her to at least open the door.
“Who are you?” She asked.
I sighed, leaning my back against the door.
Something about the entire situation was just comical, but I wasn’t annoyed like I would’ve been with anyone else.
I wasn’t much of one for wasting time.
Every hour of the day was spoken for, at least for me, and the last thing I needed to be doing right then was fucking around when I should be sleeping.
Tell that to my dick, though.
I winced, turning off that direction of my thoughts as quickly as I could.
Definitely wouldn’t help right now.
“Keifer Vassago,” I sighed, knowing the reaction I was about to get.
There was a giant pause, and I started to fidget.
“Is that supposed to mean something to me?” She asked finally.
My eyes widened.
That wasn’t usually the reaction I got when I told someone my name.
Knowing I wouldn’t accomplish anything like this, I picked out my trusty multipurpose tool, and then started to work on the lock.
Chapter 4
I don’t even need alcohol to make bad decisions.
-Blythe’s secret thoughts
Blythe
Holy shit! Keifer fucking Vassago, the cities of DFW – Dallas/Fort Worth, Texas’s most eligible bachelor, richest man in the city, and owner of over thirty automotive chains, was at my door—asking to come in!
What the fuck?
And how did he know what to do to make me stop burning the door?
And why was I burning the door?
I was dumbfounded and unable to form any response to him.
See, I’d been burning things, freezing things, and then moving them around unintentionally for the last thirty minutes.
Then, of all the people who could show up to help me, this man does. He tells me to ‘concentrate on something cold’ and, low and behold, it freakin’ works!
I chanced a look through the peephole and got nothing but an eyeful of brown hair.
Familiar brown hair.
Just when I was about to back away from the door to open the lock, somehow knowing intuitively that the man on the other side of the door wasn’t here to harm me, the door clicked open without me telling it to and smacked me right in the face.
“Owww,” I moaned, taking several steps back so I could focus on the pain in my brow.
The sound of the door closing had my eyes snapping open, and I looked up, straight at a chest covered in a gray cotton t-shirt. A very well defined chest, I might add.
I followed the gray t-shirt up until I met the long, thick column of a man’s throat leading to his strong jaw covered in about two days’ worth of growth that was also surrounding a set of luscious lips.
Lips that were plump and perfect. They practically screamed ‘taste me!’
Licking my own lips, I finally looked up into the brown gold eyes of the same man who acted as if I grabbed his balls earlier.
“You did grab my balls,” he countered instantly, making me jerk my head back.
“I did not!” I disagreed loudly. “You, in fact, were the one to touch me! My leg still has the marks!”
Brows furrowed in confusion, he looked down at my legs.
Even though it was dark, I had a feeling that he could see them. That he could see the marks just as well in the light as he would be able to in the dark.
How I knew this, I didn’t know. Honestly, I was barely hanging on by a thread right now. I didn’t have it in me to think about everything that was happening right now.
“Turn on the light,” he sighed, leaning his back against the door, effectively blocking me off from the only exit.
Why wasn’t I freaking out?
Why was I not running away screaming, or diving for the knife block that was less than four feet away?
He raised his brow as he watched all of these thoughts flicker through my brain, one after the other.