Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 114936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 575(@200wpm)___ 460(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 575(@200wpm)___ 460(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
Ever.
Yet any fucking time Cartier is near me, my dick is hard, and my mouth is saying dumb ass shit. Her brother I can take. Her wrath, on the other hand, I cannot.
We’re almost at our next destination, and all I can think about is the previous fucking night with her. The sex is always good. She doesn’t just ride my dick, she takes my mind too.
Kyrin’s heavy footsteps distract me from my Instagram stalking and I stare up at him as he rounds the sofa, flashing his phone in front of my face. Cartier thinks I’m joking when I leave shit out in the open for Kyrin to see. I’m not. I want him to know.
“What?” I ask, leaning forward to get a closer look. Cartier’s name is on the top of the message, and the corner of my mouth curves up in a grin. Or maybe she does.
“Why the fuck you smirking, Keat?” Throwing his phone onto the sofa, he flops down beside it. “This isn’t funny. Why did I hear this from her and not from Perse? What the fuck is happening?”
“What do you mean?” So it isn’t what I think it is, but something is happening. I widen my legs and rest my phone on top of my thigh, my other holding my protein shake.
“Motherfucker, did you not read that? It said that we’re flying out of LAX.” He pins me with a stare, his eyes flickering. “This has turned into an international itinerary and I heard this from my sister.”
I pause. All train of thought dies out as my leg slows its jiggling. “Hold up.”
Seconds pass.
One.
Two.
Three.
Her taking Delila’s bus to her in Kiznitch for the recruit.
I shoot up from the chair. “She’s fucking CEO.” And I, of all people, know what happens and what that position entails, which means… my blood turns cold.
“I don’t know for sure and I’m guessing her slipup is on purpose. Like she wants us to figure it out without her telling us.”
“Shit…” I make my way into the kitchen and dump my shake into the sink. I could do with a shot of vodka right now, and I don’t even fucking drink often, let alone at this time of day. “That doesn’t make sense…”
“Nah, brother… it really doesn’t and I’m fucking done with her being a step in front of us.”
“Well, she’s not,” I remind him simply, and it doesn’t take him long to catch on to my words.
He winces. “Don’t start.”
Pushing off the counter, I make my way back to the lounge. “What do you want to do about this? Play it out?”
Kyrin’s face hardens. “Yeah. Let’s see what she’s got.”
I don’t question him, mainly because I know Ky wouldn’t let anything get too far with her, so I feel safe enough to fuck around with it, but also because I know at least if I’m in the game, I can control it too.
And what a game it will be.
I pat Jordan on the shoulder as he parks my bus. “Thank you for staying so low-key through this. I know it can’t be easy for you.”
He turns slightly over his shoulder, shifting the gear into park and spinning around to face me. “It isn’t, but I understand why you’re doing it.”
Christopher clears his throat in the passenger seat. “I don’t mean to overstep, but did they not ask who was driving you?”
I shake my head, moving back the same way I came to grab my already packed bags—or should I say never unpacked bags. “No. There’s so much crew they wouldn’t think to ask.”
Jordan follows closely, dressed in comfortable clothes instead of his suit. “You know since we’re all going on this plane, it’s going to be more difficult to keep this from them?”
I toss my handbag over my shoulder, patting his chest. “I’m guessing that right about now… they’ve figured out who I am.”
Jordan’s face pales. “Cartier…”
Smiling up at him softly, I straighten his hoodie. “It’s what needs to happen. I’m going to need their help with Eli since I don’t know how else I can help him, and I don’t trust Dove.”
Jordan’s eyes flick to Christopher before coming back to me. “Cartier—” There’s a bang on the door and I shove my phone into my back pocket.
The afternoon sun slaps me across the face when I see Lilith standing at the bottom of my steps holding Luna.
I smile down at both of them, lifting Luna’s heavy little body into my arms and resting her on my hip. “Good morning to my most favorite person!”
Luna’s little hand reaches out and twists with my hair as Lilith leans to the side, catching Jordan and Christopher picking up our bags. “Oh, okay…”
I kiss Luna on the head. “It’s not that.”
“You don’t need to tell me anything. I’m just coming to get you since your brother is acting like a psycho again and asking for you to sit near us on the plane.”