Misguided Vows – Lethal Vows Read Online T.L. Smith

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Dark, Erotic, Mafia Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 88536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
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“You have ten freckles on your nose,” he says seriously.

“Did you just count my freckles?”

“Yes. And your lips form this sad heart shape when you’re mad, like right now.” He nods to my lips.

“What do you want from me?” I ask, frustrated and tired with not understanding this man. Before, I wanted nothing to do with him. But now I’m noticing I’m becoming interested. And being interested is a bad thing. “Is it just sex?”

“Just sex…” he ponders. His accent thick when he says it. “At first, yes. I wanted to fuck you because you didn’t want me, and I liked that. Now? Well, now I just want to fuck you.”

“That’s sweet, but I’m still not fucking you,” I say, looking outside the window, feigning boredom. The thing with Will is he’s defiantly the person your mother as a child would’ve told you not to play with. He’s mischievous and most likely will get you into all sorts of trouble. The problem being I was that child as well. I was just never caught. I inwardly smirk. I’d never admit it to him, but he brings out a playful side of me that I haven’t had for quite some years. He is as refreshing as he is irritating.

“I bet I can get you to fuck me,” he says matter-of-fact. I turn to him now. This man knows how to challenge me in ways no one has been daring enough before or more specially I was always in control of the game we played.

“You really think you can make a bet like that?” Unfortunately, I’m nothing short of competitive, and I think this asshole knows it because his arrogant smile kicks up, forming that single dimple.

“I’m counting on it, love.”

CHAPTER 14

Alina

The car slows down, and I realize we’re at an air strip.

Will gets out first and then opens my door. We didn’t speak much after the betting comment. The ride has been sexually charged ever since. A small part of me reminds me that he’s my friend’s brother and I so shouldn’t be looking at him this way. The plane incident I could knock off as a onetime thing. But whatever we’re heading toward is a train wreck.

And part of me wants in on that.

When I step out of the car, I notice two men in suits waiting for our arrival. A red carpet is laid out to the staircases of two airplanes.

“Mr. Walker, it’s a pleasure to see you again.” The men look at me expectantly.

“This is Alina, she’ll be assisting me today on picking an aircraft.”

Is he for real? Has he really brought me to help him purchase his own fucking plane?

They smile and we shake hands. Will is watching me through the lenses of his dark sunglasses. I might not be able to see his eyes, but I always know when his gaze is on me.

When the first man offers to take us on a tour of the first plane, I fall back a few steps to Will’s side.

“Is this a joke?” I hiss under my breath.

He chuckles. “Why would I bring you here as a joke? I consider my humor in better taste.”

I gawk at him now. I knew he was loaded but come on. A fucking private plane?

“Still think I sit at home playing video games with my dick in my hand?” he asks with an arrogant smile as he waves for me to step onto the staircase of the first aircraft.

Who the fuck is this guy?

And why do I have an unhealthy curiosity about men I should stay away from?

I have never been on a private plane, let alone had a viewing of one. The gentleman points out things that are alluring and shocking. Well, shocking for someone like me, who just came out of economy class for the first time. How is this shit even real?

We move on to the next plane. The first one had a champagne colored interior, while this one has more dark features. Both are beautiful. Both equally mind-blowing.

When we’re done with the tours, Will speaks to the men before joining me again.

“Which one?” he asks.

“You can’t seriously be asking me. I flew business class for the first time coming here, and not because I can afford it but because it was paid for me. I know fuck all about airplanes,” I confess.

And I don’t know if he’s purposefully pushing me—to try and make me uncomfortable—or if he genuinely trusts my taste that much. But this is a significant investment and I don’t want any responsibility for the decision.

“Which one?” he pushes. “I wouldn’t have asked you here if I didn’t think you were capable of giving me an unfiltered and honest opinion. Don’t disappoint me now,” he teases.

I fold my arms over my chest, annoyed. This asshole really knows how to make me bite.


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