Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 97426 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97426 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Last night her hair was pulled up on top of her head in a ponytail. Tonight, it’s in silky straight layers that frame her face. It throws me back in time to when we first started dating and she took her braids out. She’d gone to get a wash and set, as she called it.
When she showed up for our date, she looked much like this. It’s stunning on her. It makes her small brown face doll-like. Her full lips and button nose stand out.
I was always a little disappointed when she’d put the braids back in. My brain tickles for a moment, telling me I’m missing something. I shake the thought off as she backs up and opens the door wider.
I step inside and I’m hit hard by that cocoa butter and fruity scent that always clings to her skin. My sheets smelled like her long after she was gone. I loved and hated it.
“Can I get you something to eat or drink?”
“No,” I say sternly and have to bite down on the rest of my harsh words.
Looking around, I find myself with so many questions. What didn’t I do? Why didn’t she stay? Why couldn’t she wait?
I never said we wouldn’t move, I only said I couldn’t go right at that time. Was she really that embarrassed by me? I tighten my fists against all those questions I refuse to ask.
“I stopped to get a few beers in case you wanted one. I’ve had a few wine coolers to settle my nerves,” she says nervously.
“I have a flight to catch tomorrow. It’s late. Where are the papers?”
“Oh, okay,” she says softly, dropping her head.
I turn to take her in. It’s not lost on me that she’s nervous. Why?
“Where’s Derrick?”
“It’s Eric,” she scoffs. “He should be at the airport, I guess.”
I narrow my eyes at her. “You don’t know if your fiancé is at the airport or not? Good luck to him.”
“Ant—”
“Papers, Alexis.”
She stares up at me, tears gathering. Fuck her tears. I pull a face and lift my hands as I shrug.
“You want this, so let’s go. You already called me out late as fuck for this shit.”
“You said you’re leaving tomorrow. I had a sixteen-hour block out. I told you to come to the studio…”
She trails off as I glare at her. I had to be at the race to watch Pit’s back. I’d never leave him hanging for her again. By the time the party started at the hotel, it felt like I needed to be there. Not here, signing for some shit I never asked for.
Don’t ask me why I don’t want this divorce. I don’t know what I want anymore.
“I’m here on business. I didn’t have time. It’s now or never.”
She nods. “Okay.”
She turns her back to me and I swear she gives a quiet sniffle. I follow her to the table in her dining area. This is a cute place, bigger than my first apartment in Vander. Was that the problem?
“Who cares?” I say under my breath.
“What’s that?”
“Nothing.”
“Are you sure I can’t get you something?”
I drop my gaze to her ass. She’s always had a nice ass. She’s seat heavy, that shit that looks amazing bouncing on your dick and feels just as good in your palms. Not a full bubble, but a fat pear.
She looks over her shoulder at me and smiles. I’m not falling for that shit. She’s poison and I know it.
Her phone buzzes on the table next to the papers. She looks down at it and frowns. I catch a glimpse and read the text.
Eric: Did he sign?
I don’t know why that shit makes me see red. I reach for the phone and unlock it. I look at her and lift a brow. She still uses my birthday for her code. She bites her lip as she looks at me through her lashes.
Alexis: No
I text that asshole back. Closing out her text app, the soft music playing in the apartment registers. Wanting to know how much else hasn’t changed, I open her music app.
Sure enough, I find what I’m looking for in her recently played. I change the song to “Nothing Even Matters” and set the phone down. Payback is a bitch. Something she’s about to learn.
I’m going to fuck her to within an inch of her last breath before I sign this bullshit. I crowd her space, backing her into the nearest wall. She places her hands on my chest and bites down on her lip.
I drop my eyes down to her blouse that gapes open, revealing the tops of her breasts. Smoothly, I palm one and reach to cup her ass with the other hand. Looking down into her honey-colored eyes, I get lost for a moment. The room is charged with undeniable energy.
I ghost my lips over hers, then move to do the same with my nose. How can we have this and mean nothing to each other? I know she has to feel it. I quickly shut that thought down.