Total pages in book: 196
Estimated words: 180438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 902(@200wpm)___ 722(@250wpm)___ 601(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 180438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 902(@200wpm)___ 722(@250wpm)___ 601(@300wpm)
She sputtered and laughed as she wiped water from her eyes. I rubbed my growing hard-on against her ass, “Can’t you tell?”
Chapter 99
*Elena*
I’m completely tapped out. Too much sex, I think. Good sex, amazing sex for sure, but I’m having so much fun I’m beginning to scare myself. I have this tendency to believe that whenever things are going too well in my life, there’s always a dark cloud just hanging around the corner, waiting to unleash a heavy storm of toxic waste on my head.
The last time that happened, I lost him for five years and went down a dark, deserted road to the armpits of hell. So, even though I try to convince myself that nothing will go wrong, I can’t help but think that the message from Janie was just a precursor of things to come.
I have no doubt she intended to cause discord between us, and even though that didn’t happen, there’s still the fact that there were young girls who had gone missing from his concerts, and that was concerning.
I wasn’t too sure about the concert before, not wanting to put too much stock in public opinion after seeing how fragile it could be, but now there is a new meaning, and I can’t wait to get started.
I’ll have to change some things around, but it can be done and will be no matter what. Now, as I lay here, the only question on my mind is just what kind of person this Janie person is. It’s amazing to realize that I knew next to nothing about this person who’d had such an impact on my life.
I’ve read the stories since Ryder came back, but those were all conjectures and Internet drama; I want to know the real story behind why she did what she did. Her obsession had caused a great deal of harm, not just to us but to herself. I’d really like to ask her if it was worth it.
I’m beginning to lose whatever compassion I felt for her after seeing her in the warehouse. I like to find excuses for people’s behavior; it makes life more pleasant and much easier to deal with when you can find rhyme and reason behind your fellow man’s actions. But her latest stunt has left me at a loss with this girl.
As hard as the last five years have been for me, I can’t imagine that she’s doing too much better these days. To have gone to the lengths she did only to end up here must be daunting. Her dad is in prison facing murder charges, her husband divorced her, leaving her with nothing, and her friends are nowhere to be seen.
All in all, I think I made out much better in the end because even when Ryder was taken from me, I still had a life to look forward to. Now, she has lost everything, and without a miracle, I don’t see her coming back from this.
Her fans had already turned on her with each new revelation, and after Ryder’s press conference, things had only gotten worse for her. She’d done her best to drive me crazy and ended up putting herself in that predicament by her own hands.
As to Rachel, like Sydney had said the last time we spoke, the trash had taken itself out. Knowing what she did, I no longer feel any loss from having her out of my life. My plan now is to set up some kind of automatic account to take care of her mom, who had no part in any of this and shouldn’t be made to suffer because of her daughter’s actions.
I considered going to see her once I learned where she was being held, but in the end, I thought it best to let her rot without satisfying her. “What are you thinking about so hard over there?”
I looked from the window seat over to the bed where I’d left him fast asleep. “I was thinking about the concert and what more we can do to help.”
“Oh no, you don’t. You’re not to get anywhere near this. I’ll take care of it.”
I rolled my eyes and looked back out the window. “I see everything hasn’t changed. You’re still as bossy as ever.” I got a sweet flush from teasing him and hid the grin, which turned into a squeal of surprise when I found myself snatched up in his arms and tossed playfully onto the bed.
“Not again, what are you insatiable?” I grinned and wrapped my legs around him, laughing up at him as he hung suspended between my legs. “That, and this is the only way I know how to get you to behave.” I started to object, but then he slid into me with one deep thrust that not only took my breath away but emptied my mind of all thought except the feel of him moving inside me.