Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 61532 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61532 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
“Bye, Olympia.”
She gets out of the car, and I can’t help but stare at her ass when she does. Before she shuts the door, she leans down, showing me her cleavage, and I have to think with my head when I glance back up to her eyes. “Did you want to come in?” She’s serious. I can tell because she has a small crease in her forehead and by the way she’s scrutinizing me.
“No.”
Olympia doesn’t appear shocked or hurt by my answer, she just shrugs her shoulders. “Your loss.” Then she shuts the door, walking away to the doorman who opens the main glass doors for her as she walks in. I watch her until I can no longer see her, and I really fucking wish I went in with her, because I could do with a damn fuck. And I have a feeling she’d be a hell of a lot of fun. But the last time I did that, I had a pregnant woman turn up at my doorstep telling me she was carrying my baby. Not really something I want a repeat of.
Even if I do love Charles, he’s enough. And more than I can handle by myself.
10
Olympia
I asked him if he wanted to come up. What was I thinking? I put my head down when I walk into work two days later. Hopefully he isn’t in today. Darby isn’t always in, but lately he has been. I wonder if that has something to do with that gorgeous baby I held. Obviously, it’s his child, but I haven’t asked any questions regarding him. It’s not my place to ask why he’s bringing him into work. And where is the mother? Is she really okay with him doing that?
Falcon’s standing at the bar when I walk in, pouring himself a drink. He tips it to me with a big smile. “Heya blue, you have fun partying with the big boys the other night?”
I laugh at his words and push him out of the way so I can start getting ready for tonight’s club activities. “I’ve had better.”
He places his hand over his heart. “That hurts, blue. That really hurts. You know we’re the best in the business, you won’t find better partiers than us.”
I roll my eyes at his words. “You really put yourself up high on that pedestal, don’t you?”
He nods, not having any shame in his words whatsoever. “Of course, I do. Just remember, no one is going to see you as good as you see yourself. So, do it. Place that fucking pedestal a foot away and step on it.”
“Oh Lord, is Falcon giving his pep talk bullshit? Now he’s all wified up he thinks he knows everything,” Echo says hitting him on the back of the head with the papers in his hand.
“Please, I’m a guru. I know shit. Just ask blue here, I just gave her some sound advice.” They both look to me.
“At least, this time he didn’t tell me I needed to fuck someone.”
Falcon takes a sip of his drink that exact moment and then spits it out. “I never told you that.” I raise an eyebrow at him. “Oh fuck, yeah. Well, carry on. And you should, you know… fuck someone.” He winks before he walks away.
“How he landed Ariel I will never know,” Echo mutters, sitting down at the bar. I start doing my work, ignoring he’s there, when he stops me with a question. “You left with Darby the other night?”
My hand pauses on my glass. Slowly I turn to face him, and he’s already regarding me waiting for me to answer. “He gave me a lift.”
He nods his head. “He doesn’t talk to staff. Hell, I’m pretty sure the only people in this life he likes are our families and us. Even then I question it sometimes.” He seems to be thinking out loud, so I’m not sure why he’s telling me this. He looks back to me. “He has a son. He’s a single dad. You know that, right?”
“I thought as much. I mean, he never confirmed it but I figured he was his.”
“Echo.” We both turn to Darby standing there with a hard look on his face as he stares at Echo. He nods his head to the door leading to the office. He doesn’t glance back to me as he storms off up the stairs with Echo following him.
Someone’s mad, and I’m glad this time it’s not directed at me.
“Why are you always the last one to leave?” Darby asks as I walk to my car. His voice makes me jump, I didn’t see or hear him following me out.
“I don’t know.” I shrug my shoulders. Truth is, I don’t have anything better to do and working here is a nice relief from my boredom, and also proving my father right that I don’t need him or his company.