Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 83970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Doc gives me a light smirk and cuts his eyes to Kid, who immediately pulls out his phone and begins texting.
“Don’t do that,” I say holding my hand up. “I’m not a baby, and the last thing I need is permission from your President to get a job.”
No one responds to me until Kid’s phone chimes a text alert. He nods his head slightly at Rose, who then turns to me.
“Sure. Emmalyn. I’ll take you to look for a job.”
I narrow my eyes at Kid. “Seriously?”
He gives me a big smile but offers no explanation. Well, I guess it’s a good thing Diego is ‘allowing’ me to look for a job. I begin to eat again.
I’ll deal with his ass later.
Kid’s phone begins to chime repeatedly as he’s flooded with text after text. I push my plate away when I hear Doc chuckle on the other side of Rose because I know that Diego is sending Kid order after order on how to deal with me.
After we’re all done eating, Kid stands up from the table.
“You ready?” he asks me.
I look at Rose not realizing the plans changed.
“We’re ready,” she says carrying her plate to the sink.
I quietly get up from the table and mimic Rose’s actions, placing my dishes in the sink. I’m fuming but refuse to take my frustrations out on them. I plan to keep it all bottled up and save it for Diego when he gets home from his business trip.
I follow them out of the kitchen and toward the front of the building to get in the car. I inwardly cringe when I see Bunny walking through the front door. I’d hoped I would get lucky enough not to run into her this morning.
“The Queen and her entourage,” she spits as she walks past.
I’d planned to keep walking, but Rose stopped in her tracks in front of me and turned toward her.
Kid places a hand on Rose’s arms before she could comment. He gives Bunny a menacing look. “Don’t.” One word. It was enough to send chills up my spine, but Bunny seems unfazed by it.
“Seriously?” She asks. “You don’t,” she says to Kid. “Don’t pretend you weren’t fucking me from behind when I sucked Kincaid off last month at his birthday party.”
My eyes widen at her words, and I don’t know which part floors me the most. There are so many points of consideration in just those few words. She had a threesome with Diego. She openly admitted to it. She hates me for no reason other than Diego brought me here. I wonder how many of the girl’s plans have been changed since my arrival.
Just because you don’t see it doesn’t mean it’s not still going on.
I see Kid pull his phone from his pocket and give her a pointed look. She narrows her eyes but doesn’t say another word.
“Crazy bitch,” he mutters and turns back to me. “I was drunk,” he says like he owes me an explanation.
Ignoring him, I turn back toward the door. Confrontation, even with women, is not something I plan to do anytime soon. I’m on their territory, and she’s obviously marking it as hers. I want no part of it.
Chapter 16
Kincaid
There is nothing worse than sharing a hotel room with another grown man and being surprised by a spontaneous erection. While on top of the blankets. While wearing nothing but boxers. That’s exactly what happened last night when Em admitted through her text message that she was thinking of me when she came yesterday morning. If I closed my eyes, I could hear her moans and soft gasp as she peaked.
All I could do last night was groan and roll over, hoping the pressure of the mattress against my stiff cock would be enough to make it go away. Did it work? Nope. Not a chance. Then Shadow laughed at me when I had to get up and walk in between him and the TV with my obvious erection to go rub one out in the bathroom. Note to self, take the bed closest to the bathroom from now on.
I’m thankful, after waking up from dreaming about her all night, Shadow is still passed out in his bed, and my walk of shame to the restroom is completed without judging eyes. The ache in my heavy balls taunts me as I shower, knowing it’s been over a month since they’ve been emptied by anything other than my own hand. The blowjob on my birthday was the most recent and it’s been so long that I can’t even remember the last time I sank into the tight heat of a woman.
I slam my left hand against the shower wall and grip my cock if only to ease the insistent throbbing in my balls. The last thing I need is to begin a new mission sexually frustrated. Emmalyn’s beautiful face comes to mind as I stroke my length. I groan, coming in seconds as I picture myself buried deep inside of her. The image in my mind, I know, will be nothing like what she’d feel like in the flesh; that’s if she ever lets me between those perfect thighs of hers.