Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 118114 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 591(@200wpm)___ 472(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118114 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 591(@200wpm)___ 472(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
I ordered in Thai food and when I’d asked what he wanted to eat, he’d told me he’d like whatever I did. It was sweet and I liked that.
While we waited for it to arrive, he was on his phone. He kept his voice quiet, but I heard him say the name Chaos a few times as if it were a person. Who was Chaos? Or had he been referring to a situation? But it sounded like he was saying a name.
I placed plates on the small round glass table with white napkins. I used chopsticks, but I wasn’t sure if Kai did, so I put out cutlery, too. Then I placed the two candles in silver holders I kept for special occasions in the center. When I stepped back and glanced at the table set for two, my heart sped up.
What were we doing? What was I doing?
Then it hit me.
Oh, God, I liked him here. I liked that he stood in my living room. I liked that his scent was everywhere. I liked how he made my body feel and how he took any sexual inhibitions and smothered them.
I liked how he was so sure of himself. I liked that he pushed my boundaries. Challenged me.
Jesus, I liked Kai.
And that terrified me.
I glanced up at him and our eyes locked. He was no longer talking on the phone, but was watching me. Nothing else existed except us.
My breath stopped.
He must have seen it. Seen the realization. Seen something in my eyes because he did what we both knew was the only option.
He walked out.
FUCK, ONLY THREE weeks.
Three weeks since I walked out of her loft and took the first flight out of New York to Toronto. I’d met up with Chaos and went over a new assignment, went to Vault’s Toronto house and saw Brice and Glen, emailed Mother, because I didn’t care to hear her voice, plus it was easier lying in an email.
But I was distracted. Uneasy. The cool steady calm that normally filtered through me had slowed to a trickle and instead, I was on edge, the sensation of sandpaper being constantly rubbed against my skin.
Unable to sleep, I stayed up and read about fuckin’ chemistry. Chemistry. I had no interest in chemistry, but it linked me to her. To London.
I followed my gut instinct because that was always a certainty. Most people ignored it, but if that became a habit¸ a person would slowly become numb to what their instincts were telling them.
I didn’t. I listened to every single one. Maybe because I had nothing to lose by taking a chance. Maybe because I’d never given a shit if I died.
But at that moment, my guts were speaking loud and fuckin’ clear. Something was off, but I didn’t know what. It had been that way ever since I walked out of London’s door after seeing her face. Fuck, I told her it was better she didn’t like me.
I had to leave and never go back for her sake more than mine. I’d already risked a lot by being with her. Selfish. That was what it had been. But I hadn’t been able to resist her after feeling her beneath me on the hood of my car. After finally touching her.
It was pure lust when I’d seen her picture for the first time two years ago when I’d been assigned to her father. She had an innocence about her, a quietness that played across her face, but there was also a stubborn quirk that lay beneath the natural beauty. It was cute and refreshing. I was never attracted to that type of woman because the quiet, innocent ones would be terrified of me. I fucked women who wanted what I did… no strings.
It was when I saw her in person that everything went to shit. I’d flown to New York to check up on her father and went to the house she shared with some other students.
I’d been sitting outside at a café sipping an espresso when she emerged from her house across the street with one of her roommates. I knew the other girl was a roommate because I’d checked into everyone surrounding London and her father.
London’s head was tilted back as she laughed at something her friend said, neck exposed, eyes bright and filled with lightness. A lightness I wanted to grab and hold onto. She gently laid her hand on her friend’s arm and the sweet gesture was like being wrapped in her warmth. As she walked in my direction, her hips swayed, not provocatively, naturally.
Her smile was genuine and filtered into the passersby as if it were infectious. I found myself smiling too as I sat back in my chair, legs out, ankles crossed as I watched her.
Then I saw her stop and crouch in front of an old woman sitting on a subway grate, bags all around her and a shopping cart filled with garbage. Well, what I considered garbage, but I was certain the homeless lady didn’t think so.