Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 49088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
“I’ll trail them,” I add the second they are out of hearing distance.
I stand and go to the two-way glass and spot them. My eyes are following them around the room from my perch above, seeing if they go to anyone they might know.
“Yes, sir.” It’s out of the ordinary for me to allow it, so I’m confident they’re confused as fuck, but I don’t care. My eyes haven’t left the petite brunette with her long, dark brown hair curled and pinned up elegantly, like she had it professionally done for tonight. They could just be crashing the party for the same reason many women do, but I can’t let my future wife get away from me and into another man’s arms.
“Sir, we have an issue. We need you at the door,” James says, his voice buzzing in my ear, ticking me off immediately.
Son of a bitch. “I’m on my way.”
I head downstairs and to the door where there is already a drunk woman trying to get in without an invite. She was tossed out of the last party because she’d been essentially tossed to the wayside by her old lover. It’s a terrible thing, but when you play that game, you can be tossed aside easily for the next piece of ass. She does her best to plead her case, but it takes another twenty minutes to calmly escort her out to her waiting car, which I do myself to make sure it’s taken care of.
“Damn it,” I grumble, hating that I don’t know if my girl is with some asshole at the party.
“Which one are you looking for? The blonde or the brunette?”
“What are you talking about?” I ask Danny, trying to pretend that I don’t have a clue what he’s talking about while my eyes are looking past him, searching for her.
He scoffs. “The two girls you clearly let in that you would normally never have allowed entry to in a million years.” It’s why he’s my second-in-charge. He’s got a keen sense of awareness, and I’m a strict and rigid man. I’ve never let anyone break my rules, but little Ms. Reynolds just did that.
“The brunette.”
“Right now, Lara Reynolds is standing by high table eight. She’s turned down every advance so far.”
“You’ve been paying attention to her,” I snarl, wanting to smash his head in for looking at my woman.
“I thought you’d care to know,” he adds.
“Damn right. Good man.” I clap him on the back and go off to run a report on the IDs, but I know I’m not going to get much of anything back soon. Lara Reynolds and Kelly Wills are students at Northwestern University, though. I got that information fast from their address.
Sweet little bad schoolgirl. I’m going to have to teach her a lesson. My dick jerks as I think of bending her over my desk and paddling her ass. I don’t know where that thought came from, but I want to see her ass reddened with my hand while she learns that she doesn’t belong around these fucking perverts. She belongs to me.
I watch from a distance, wanting to move closer, but I keep getting distracted by interested parties. Then, her friend is pulled away by a man to dance. Again, my girl stands there smiling prettily, alone, when she should be on my arm for everyone to see that she’s mine. She belongs to Landon Black, carrying Landon Black’s heir. Fuck, I’ve lost it, but staring at her, I know there’s nothing that can be done to change her future. Lara Reynolds, you have sealed your fate by committing a crime, and the penalty shall be life by my side.
I’m just about to speak with her when she’s approached by NFL Quarterback Robert Simmons. He leans in, and I want to kill him. I don’t give two fucks that he’s the second-string QB for my Chicago Bears or that he has a chance at moving up to the first position this year. He’s near my woman. She appears nervous, hesitant, and I want to break his jaw for good measure. He winks at her and kisses her cheek before his wife comes up and gives her a hug too.
They know her. Interesting. So she’s not quite an interloper, just not on the guest list. She calms slightly, but the tension is still there.
Hmmm…who are you, my wife?
Her friend returns to her side, giggling, and then I watch them talk suspiciously as they walk off toward the bathroom. I follow because I’m not letting anyone else get to her before I grab a hold of my woman. No one else will steal her from me this time. It’s been hell trying to get a hold of her while everyone else is vying for my attention.
Chapter Three
Lara
Sweat beads down my back as we head up to the party. I’m in one of the sexiest outfits I’ve ever worn, and it’s way too short for my own taste. I tug at the backside because I can feel a slight breeze on the back of my thighs.