Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 91042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
When she lifted her eyes back to meet mine, she seemed wistful.
I found myself seeing the entire fucking story differently. I mean, I wasn’t going to go read the book or anything, but I did see Cinderella in a new light.
She covered her mouth as she yawned. Although I’d let her sleep most of the day, she was still deprived from the nights spent downstairs. I hadn’t gotten any answers from her tonight that would help me locate her brother, but I didn’t seem to mind. It was the most enjoyable evening I’d ever spent with a female without my cock filling a mouth or cunt. Interesting.
“Go on up and get some sleep,” I told her.
She scrunched her nose. “I’m sorry for yawning. It wasn’t from boredom, I swear.”
No, it was because I left your ass in the basement for three nights.
A sour burn appeared in my throat as I thought about it. We had to find her bastard brother so I could let her go free, and then she could go find her fucking prince.
“You’ve not had a bed in three nights. It’s expected.”
The relieved look on her face hit me in my gut. Fucking hell. Maybe the lack of sleep was getting to me too. Something had to be messing with me because the way I was reacting to her was odd. Different. I didn’t like it.
“Thanks,” she said, looking so damn grateful when I was the one who had abducted her and put her in a basement.
“Good night, darlin’,” I replied.
Her smile was so fucking sweet that I had to look somewhere else. With a nod, I turned my back to her and went to the bookshelf to see if there was anything that might keep my attention. My ears, however, were trained on her every move, like those almost-silent footsteps of hers as she walked. I had become attuned to her so quickly.
Twelve
Winslet
The morning sun filled the room when I opened the drapes. I hadn’t moved a muscle all night, it seemed. Sleep had come fast, and I was glad it had.
Part of me had worried that my conversation and time with Oz would replay over in my head and keep me awake. Especially the image of him masturbating, which he’d put there unknowingly. It had heated my body instantly, and it’d taken me a moment to get my composure.
Wrapping my arms around my waist, I stood in just the oversize T-shirt, having discarded the leggings before getting into bed. The sunshine filtered through the trees as I watched a robin perch on the railing of the balcony. This was rather magical. The silence and beauty combined. The apartment building I lived in was never this peaceful, and the view looked nothing like this.
What a difference from the last two—or wait, maybe it had been three—mornings I’d woken up here. This was far superior to the dark, damp basement. I wasn’t sure I had much more information I could give him, and the thought that they could have found Perry with the information I had given them slowly sank in, ruining my brief moment of bliss. Here I was, enjoying my morning, while my brother could be hurting or—no. I would not think about that.
The man I had spent time with last night wouldn’t let them kill my brother. If Perry was involved in the counterfeit money, then the man who had gotten him into it was that Samson guy. He had a private plane. He had money. He could give them back the four million, and Perry would get to live. Possibly in federal prison for many years. How many years did one get for that?
Letting out a heavy sigh at the thought of visiting Perry while he sat behind bars made me feel ill. He was a brilliant man, a genius, according to his IQ of 189, but he was also five foot six and weighed one hundred twenty pounds. He’d never had a defined muscle in his life. How could he survive prison?
I had to find out this morning if they’d found him. If they had…what would I do? Would Oz take me home? Perry had given me enough birthday money that I could get a plane ticket and go to Morocco, but he wouldn’t be there if they let me go. That was a stupid plan. I was his sister. Perhaps I could file a missing person report. If he had been arrested then they would know.
“Perry,” I muttered in frustration, “what have you gotten yourself into?”
I went to the bathroom and began taking off my clothing. In case my brother was still on the run, I would need a good, long shower because I wasn’t sure if I was going to remain in this room or be taken back to the basement. I knew I wasn’t going to give Oz any more information. I’d done enough damage yesterday. Selling my brother out for another night of luxury wasn’t happening. I could survive the basement. He might not survive prison or…the Mafia.