Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 92368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
“This is a fish restaurant.”
I wrinkle up my nose, and he laughs.
“I’m sure there’s a bad sex joke in there somewhere,” he says.
I playfully frown at him.
“Okay, so no eating food off your body.” He puts his lips to my ear, making me shiver. “I guess I’ll just have to eat you instead.” He slips his hand between our bodies and cups me through my dress, pressing his fingers into me.
I moan softly, and he kisses me again, sinking his teeth into my lower lip, tugging on it.
“Let’s go,” he growls.
Zeus leads me back out into the restaurant. Our food is ready to go at the counter. As Zeus already paid, we’re out of there and heading for his car. His arm is around me, and I’m staring into his face, listening to the dirty things he’s whispering about, including what he’s going to do to me when he gets me home.
We’re so wrapped up in each other that we don’t see him at first. It’s the sound of the camera snapping pictures that captures my attention. I’ve been hearing that sound for over a week now, so I’m well accustomed to it.
And I’ve gotten familiar with the paparazzi hanging around, taking pictures. But this guy…I don’t know.
“Ignore him,” Zeus says, drawing me closer to his body as he walks us to his car.
“Hey, Zeus! How do you feel about your baby mama keeping your daughter from you? You seem okay by the looks of things. So, you guys are back together? Does that mean you’re giving up stripping, Cameron?”
My face is going beet red. I’m shaking. I just want to get out of here and away from this guy.
“Why did you strip, Cameron? For the money? Or do you just like taking your clothes off for people? You know, there are people who’d pay good money to see you naked. Me included.”
Zeus whirls around, letting go of me. He steps up to the pap. “Back the fuck off,” Zeus barks at him.
The pap holds his hands up and takes a step backward. “Just stating facts, man.” He gives a shrug.
“No, you’re talking shit,” Zeus growls.
I slide my trembling hand into Zeus’s and tug on it. “Let’s just go, Zeus. Please.”
Zeus’s eyes come to mine. Angry and frustrated. It feels like forever before he nods his agreement, and then we’re moving again. Quicker this time.
Zeus’s car is mere feet away.
The pap is still following us though. I think the guy must have a death wish.
“Hey, Cameron, can you confirm whether the rumors that you also used to sleep with men for money are true?”
It happens so fast that I’m helpless to stop it.
The bag of food is thrown to the ground, and Zeus has the pap by the throat. His big hand around the guy’s neck, he shoves the pap backward, practically lifting him off his feet, hitting his back into Zeus’s car. His camera drops to the floor with a loud crack.
“Zeus!” I cry, my hands reaching for his arms, trying to pull him off the guy, who’s gasping for air, his face reddening by the second.
But Zeus isn’t letting go. It’s like he doesn’t even know I’m here right now.
“Say that again, motherfucker. To my face,” Zeus grinds the words out through his clenched jaw.
“I-I didn’t say anything,” the pap chokes out.
Zeus leans his face into the guy’s. “Liar. Say it.”
“Zeus, let him go,” I plead. “It doesn’t matter what he said.” I tug on the arm that has the guy by the throat. “Please. Think of Gigi.”
The instant I say her name, I feel his muscles slacken in his arm, and I know I’ve reached him.
“Please, Zeus,” I beg again.
His eyes turn to mine. The look in them…I’ve seen that look on him only one time outside of the ring, and it was when that guy was hitting on me in that club, the night Zeus got the scar on his eyebrow.
“You’re choking him,” I say with urgency as the guy gasps for air. “Just let him go, and we can go home together. Just me and you.”
I can see the war he’s having in his mind. A few seconds later, his hand comes from around the guy’s throat, and he drops to the floor on his hands and knees, sucking in gulps of air.
Zeus stares down at him. His voice is low and terrifying when he says, “You ever come near Cam again, even breathe in her direction, or imply some shit that you know ain’t true, and I’ll come after you. And there won’t be a fucking soul on earth who’ll be able to stop me. Do you hear me?”
The pap gasps out, “I hear ya.”
Zeus yanks open the passenger door. “Get in,” he barks at me.
I practically jump to attention and get in the car.