Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 125140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
“He won’t.”
I zip up my bag and Stace rings reception. “Hello, can you please tally up the bill and let me know the amount, please?” He waits for a moment. “Yes, of course.” He waits again and then scribbles down an amount onto the notepad next to the phone. “Thank you. My wife will be down shortly to settle the bill. We are checking out this morning.” He listens to the receptionist. “Yes, we have had a very pleasant stay.” He smiles. “We’ll be back.”
I watch him and feel myself swoon. My wife. How I wish that were true. He hangs up and sits down on the bed. I sit on his lap and kiss him gently. “How’s the face feeling?” I ask.
“Tight.” He screws his face up and I touch his eyebrow gently. It’s a dark shade of purple and his face is still swollen, the harsh bruising appearing. I can see a distinct shoe mark on his cheek.
“Tell me something,” I say.
He kisses me, distracted by me being on his lap.
“Do you think my ring would be ready to pickup today?” I ask hopefully.
“No, not for another four days.”
My heart drops. “Do you think we can—?”
“No, Rosh.” He cuts me off. “We can’t wait for it. We don’t have time.”
My face falls. “Oh.” I sigh sadly.
“I will get you another one.”
“When?”
He smirks. “When I can.”
“When do you think that will be?”
“I don’t know.”
Hmm, I don’t like that answer at all. I stay silent, still hoping to get my way.
He lifts me off his lap. “You ready to do this?”
I nod. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”
He picks up my wig and puts it on my head. He then passes me the fake glasses and I slide them on. “I hate this fucking wig,” he mutters to himself as he adjusts it on my head.
“I thought fake blondes were your type.” I smile sweetly as I remind him of Chelsea.
“Not ones with horse hair,” he replies, distracted as he combs his fingers through it.
“Although horse heads are okay?” I tease.
A trace of a smirk crosses his face. “Do you need to be punished today?”
I smile broadly. “Probably.”
The cab pulls to a halt. “So you will wait here?” I ask the driver.
“Yes.”
I point to the road underneath us to make sure he understands me through the language barrier.
“Wait here?” I ask again.
He nods an over exaggerated nod. “Yes.”
“Right here?”
He rolls his eyes in frustration. “Yes, miss, I wait here.”
I nod quickly, embarrassed at my pushiness. “Okay, I will only be five minutes.”
“Yes.”
I glance left and then right. The coast seems clear. The black Ferrari is parked up the street across the other side of the road and I know my love is watching over me. Somehow, I feel even closer to him today. It’s as if our huge fight last night has only brought us closer to one another. I blow out a steadying breath. Let’s do this shit and get it over with. I slowly get out of the cab and walk into the bank. I take out my identification and slide it over the counter and the bank teller smiles warmly. “Hello,” she greets as she types my information into the computer.
“I would like to make a withdrawal, please?” I ask.
“Sure. How much would you like?”
I roll my lips. “Two hundred and twenty- seven thousand, please?”
She frowns. “Cash?”
I nod.
“Umm.” She scratches her forehead. “Did you ring ahead and tell us you would be withdrawing this amount of money today?”
Panic starts to set in. I don’t have time for this. “No, I shouldn’t have to. It’s my money. I would like it now, please,” I demand nervously. Shit, why didn’t I think of that?
She frowns. “I will have to see my manager.”
I nod as my heart starts to beat hard. I turn and look out the window as she disappears.
Fuck.
I glance up and down the street nervously. I can’t see anyone suspicious. She reappears. “That will be about fifteen minutes. Please take a seat in one of the offices.” She smiles and gestures to an office to the left.
Shit.
I fake a smile and walk into the office. At least I am out of sight in here. I take out my phone and text Stace.
It’s going to take about fifteen minutes.
A text bounces back.
What the fuck?
We don’t have time for this.
I roll my eyes and text back.
Feel free to come and rob the bank.
Because that will be so much quicker.
I turn and peer out the glass panel in the door to see if I can see anyone lurking around., I wonder where Stucco is this morning. My nerves raise to another level.
A text bounces back.
Don’t tempt me!
I sit and bounce my foot up and down impatiently. Come on, come on. My phone beeps a text.
We got company.
My eyes widen.
Who?
A text bounces back.