Pretty Monster Read Online Sheridan Anne

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Mafia, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
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“Kyah,” he growls, his eyes flaming with red-hot desire.

“Take a cold shower,” I tell him, pulling out of his arms. “It’ll help.”

Alex groans and reluctantly gives in, jumping down from the couch before offering me his hand to help me down, not that I’m so precious that I couldn’t have jumped myself, but I kinda like the way he’s a gentleman. Once I’m firmly on my feet, he leans into me, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek, lingering for a moment too long and making me crave so much more.

When he finally pulls back, he holds my stare. “I’ll call a friend of mine. He’ll come fix your door,” he tells me before striding over to my broken door. Then with one quick move, his arm shoots up above the door frame, and before I know it, my giant dildo is suction cupped to the drywall, way too high for me to reach.

Alex turns back, grinning at me like the fucking devil, and as I shake my head, he slowly backs out of my apartment, leaving me giddy, worked up, and grinning like a fucking idiot as the dildo gently sways above.

It takes a little over an hour for Alex’s friend to show up with my new door, and I watch eagerly as the two men get to work. To my disappointment, they have the new door hung in less than twenty minutes, but the job isn’t done without a few suggestive glances from Alex, each one getting me more worked up than the last. Especially considering the massive dildo that hangs above his head.

His friend refuses payment as he was apparently repaying Alex for a favor, and while I’m grateful that this bullshit hasn’t left a dent in my wallet, I’m also apprehensive about the fact that I now owe Alex a favor in return. Though, something tells me that’ll easily be repaid.

Crew hasn’t stopped blowing up my phone and the minute Alex and his friend are out the door, so am I. I’ve had enough of this shit.

Pulling out my phone, I send off a quick text, ignoring the string of unread ones that flood through my phone.

Kyah - Where the hell are you?

Crew - High Voltage.

Anger burns through my body, and I storm out of my building, hitting the street and hightailing it to High Voltage. I don’t know whether to be angry, confused, hurt, or betrayed. Maybe all of them. All I know is that I’ve never regretted being with Crew more.

I just don’t get it. Everything was so cool between us before we had sex, but I guess what they say is true—sex changes everything. I guess I just wasn’t expecting it. Especially after our talk at the bar. He seemed so chill with everything, he was down to keep waiting while knowing that I was still in my wanna have fun phase. We agreed, but at the shop yesterday morning, that whole plan went to shit.

Did something happen that I missed? Did I misunderstand his intentions? Or did he just assume that after spending the night rocking my world, I wouldn’t be able to resist falling madly in love with him?

God. Sometimes men can be such idiots.

The walk to High Voltage only takes ten minutes, and before I know it, I’m gripping the door handle and throwing it open. “What in the ever-loving fuck is wrong with you, Crew Ledger?” I demand as the bell chimes above my head.

I storm around the reception area to find Crew sitting at his station, working on sketches, a bottle of whiskey open beside him. His head snaps up, and there’s nothing but pure fury in his dark eyes. “The fuck did you just say?” he demands, getting to his feet. “I’ve been calling you since last night, and you’ve ignored every single one of my fucking messages. Where the fuck have you been?”

Crew strides right into me, his eyes glassy and bloodshot, and I shove my hands against his chest, forcing him back a step. “Are you kidding me?” I snap, the anger raging through my body as I tear my phone out of my back pocket and bring up his messages. I start reciting them for him. “Where the fuck are you? Answer me now. You better not be whoring yourself out. Missed call. Missed call. Missed call. Answer my fucking calls, Kyah. Where the fuck are you? And that’s just the messages from this morning,” I spit. “I’m assuming you don’t need me to read through the bullshit I got last night?”

Crew snatches the phone out of my hand and tosses it across the shop, aiming for the chair in my station, but it slides right off and the screen smashes against the ground. “WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?” I roar, whipping around to grab my phone and check the damage, only Crew grabs my elbow and yanks me back toward him.


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