Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 64640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
“I should let you go,” I say softly. “Since you don’t want or need me anymore, I should let you go.”
“Sage…”
“Yes?”
“If I had met you first—” I hang up as I pull up to the bar. It’s not open until later, but I know Jeff will be here. He’s always here.
Pushing open the door at the back, I go straight to his office. I come to a complete stop when I see what’s happening right in front of me. Louise is there, on her knees, in front of Jeff.
Fuck, Jeff gets around.
Lucky bastard.
“Um…”
Both of them freeze for a split second.
Then Louise hits her head on his desk as she goes to get up. When she spots me, her eyes go wide, and she stands, pulling down her skirt.
“Alaska, what are you doing here?” she asks.
“Um… What are you doing here?” I question back.
She looks at Jeff, who is tucking his cock back into his pants, and then back to me.
“I…” She shakes her head. “I don’t have an explanation.” She shrugs.
“I thought you were with Sarah,” I ask Jeff, and his face scrunches.
“Aren’t you meant to be on bed rest?” He points to my stomach. “If you can work—”
“She can’t work. Her stomach was cut open, you fool,” Louise says, cutting him off. “Anyway. Clearly, this was a lapse in judgment. He gave me great head, so I returned the favor.”
“Still no reason to be sucking his cock.”
I shiver at that thought.
It’s just wrong on all levels.
Jeff is sleazy.
Louise tucks her hair behind her ear and steps away from him, and his eyes track her movements. “Where are you going?” he says, but she ignores him and comes over to me.
“Are you okay? Why are you here?”
I look past her to Jeff.
“I need Sarah’s address,” I tell him.
He throws his head back and laughs. “That’s a joke and never happening.”
“Why? Are you still fucking her too?”
“Of course I am. She plans to move in with me.”
From the corner of my eye, I see Louise shake her head.
“You just told me you were broken up,” she accuses.
“Well, we are. But not.” He scowls. “She would still be here if it weren’t for you,” Jeff says, blaming me for Sarah’s current situation.
Louise reaches for me. “Let’s go. I quit!” she yells.
“Her address?” I demand.
“Not happening.”
“I quit too,” I announce, turning and walking out.
He starts yelling, but neither of us pays any attention.
As we step outside, Kyson’s leaning against my car.
“Fuck!” I grumble.
He stares us down as we approach.
“I need you to do me a favor,” I tell her.
“What?”
“Distract him.” I discreetly point to Kyson.
“How?”
“I don’t care. And give me the keys to your car.” She hands them to me, and I give her mine. I watch as she saunters up to him, but he pays no attention to her. As soon as Louise is in front of him, she tries blocking his view, but his eyes never stray from me. She glances back at me as I near her car, which is parked a few spots in front of mine.
Shrugging, she turns back to him and lifts her skirt. I see her ass in plain view, and his eyes fall to what’s below—she isn’t wearing panties, and Kyson notices. I want to laugh, but instead, I climb into her car and start it. When I look up, I see him stalking my way, so I quickly pull out and take off, flipping him off. And as I speed by, he yells something at me. When I check the rearview mirror, I see Louise laughing as he passes her on his way to his car.
Putting my focus back on the road, I know what will get Zuko’s attention.
And he may not like it.
But fuck him.
He chose not to listen to me, and payback is always a bitch.
And that bitch is me.
TWENTY-SEVEN
Zuko
“What do you mean, you lost her?” I growl into the phone.
“Well, she ran the first time, and I found her. Then…” Kyson trails off.
“Then what?” I snap.
“Well, she got her friend to distract me. She’s looking for you.”
“She won’t find me,” I tell him. “But you better fucking find her.”
“I’m not your personal babysitter,” he yells. “You should have asked Kenzo.”
“No, I asked you. So go, do your job, and find her.”
“I’m not getting paid enough for this,” he grumbles.
“I’m not paying you at all. Just do it.”
He hangs up, and I look over to Sarah, who is starting to wake up. My legs are crossed as I sit on the recliner directly across from where she’s tied to a chair in the middle of her living room. She blinks a few times as if she can’t believe what’s happening.
She better believe it.
She starts to scream, but I already have a rag stuffed in her mouth, so nothing comes out but muffled sounds. I sit calmly, watching her. When she finally stops screaming, realizing it’s not getting her anywhere, she starts to pull against the restraints.