Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 148188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
Seth signals for someone to bring him over another drink. I go back to playing with my phone. Another fifty-seven minutes until I can leave. How many levels of Candy Crush can I beat until then?
“Can I get you something to drink as well?” the woman asks as she sets down a drink for Seth. I think it’s the same one that was here before. They all have on the same outfit, blending in.
“Get him a Pablo Energy. In the can,” Seth tells her.
“I’m not drinking that shit,” I mutter.
“You can let it sit on the table. They are paying big bucks for you to wear their shit.” I pull on the sleeve of my shirt. The damn thing is too tight on my biceps. They are paying me an obscene amount of money to wear their shit. You would think they could at least send me a shirt in my fucking size. I’m guessing they want it to look like a muscle shirt or some shit.
The girl returns quickly with the drink and sets it down. “Anything else?” She leans over me, trying to lure me to look at her goods, but I don’t give a shit about any of that.
“Back up,” I snap. I hate people in my space. Another reason I knock my opponents out as quickly as possible. She huffs before stomping off.
“Do you always have to be a dick?” Seth asks, shaking his head as he watches the cocktail server go. I’m sure his eyes are on her ass.
“She was in my space but I’m the dick,” I say dryly.
“She is smoking hot.” He picks up his drink, taking another giant swallow. If he gets drunk and passes out maybe he won’t notice if I leave early. “When was the last time you got laid? Is that your problem?”
“When was the last time I talked to you about my dick?” He actually looks like he’s thinking about it. “The answer is fucking never.”
“Seth!” Someone shouts his name, drawing his attention away from me.
“Pretend to be enjoying yourself.” He stands with his drink.
“Not in the contract.” I smirk at him.
“See? Did that halfass cocky smile hurt you?” The smirk drops from my mouth. “I’ll be back to check on you.” He turns to the person who called his name. I know what his words meant. Don’t go anywhere because I’m watching you until midnight. I put my phone down and stretch my arms out. My eyes run along the club wondering if this place is going to get busier. It’s nice that it isn’t jammed full of people. The next fifty-two minutes might not be as bad as they could be.
I stop when my gaze locks with a pair of bright blue eyes that are framed in thick glasses. She’s staring right at me. She smiles when she sees she has my attention. I sit up a little taller. Her small button nose wrinkles as she looks from me to a couple, saying something to them before standing. I miss her eyes instantly.
Where is she going? I start to stand but she turns her head back to me. Her dark locks whip around, making it clear she is coming my way. She licks her plump lips as she walks, and I’m on my feet watching every step she takes. Suddenly, this appearance doesn't seem so taxing now that I have eyes on her.
I notice a few people turn, looking her way. One woman gives her a funny look. My eyes trace over my little pixie with thick framed glasses wondering why the woman is looking at her like that.
It’s then I notice she isn't dressed like everyone else here. She’s not all done up. The white skirt she has on flows all around her. I can see sneakers peeking out the bottom of it. As she gets closer, I can see the black top she’s wearing has small splatters of paint on it. One of the thin straps falls off her shoulder. I suck in a breath. She doesn't have a bra on. My mouth waters as I think about her tits.
My eyes flick back to the people looking at her. One is a man. He must feel my eyes because he looks up at me. I give him a look that has him turning around quickly. It's the same look I give my opponents before I put them to sleep in the ring.
Leaving this place no longer seems like the best idea. I have more important things to take care of. Making the little pixie that's walking toward me agree to be mine forever is on top of that list. I won’t be satisfied until I have her sweet surrender.
2
Neily
“Hi.” I smile up at the big man in front of me. I knew coming to this club was a good idea when I dragged my best friend here. We came for her to meet the man she’s been crushing on and now I am getting a crush of my own. I lick my bottom lip, trying to understand why I had the sudden pull to this giant man across the room. I’m used to being drawn to things but not like this. I know my attention is easily snagged, but this is the first time it’s been grabbed by a man.