Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
“You want me to go with you?” he asks, and I almost burst out laughing. As if that would go over well.
“No. I forgot I made an appointment to ask him a question this morning. It’ll only take a minute.” Lies, they flow so easily from my mouth these days.
My eyes shoot over to where he stands. A god instructing mere mortals, and unfortunately, most of them are women who hang on to his every word.
“Look at him, thinking he’s all th—”
“Jordan.” I cut him off as I stand. “I’ll see you around,” I snap.
My eyes focused on the skinny blond girl moving closer to him. She laughs at something he’s said. Visions of me grabbing her bleached roots and jerking her ten feet back fill my head as I walk up to him and wait.
“I hope that helps. If you have any more questions, stop by during office hours, Denise.” He smiles, grabbing his laptop and phone, then turns to me, blue eyes narrowing.
“Let’s go.” He doesn’t wait for me, just rudely walks, expecting me to follow. I take a breath; how bad would it be if I walked in the other direction?
Bad, something tells me. You don’t want to go head to head with Brett Powers. He gets off on it. And as much as I’d like to take my nails and scratch the blood out of his muscled back, I can’t. Who knows who’s watching? So I follow him and try to ignore my traitorous body that’s in constant need of relief. It’s like I’m on a treadmill and can’t get off, chasing something that’s a temporary fix because my heart needs more.
Could I be addicted to him? Everything that he is has become my fixation. But it’s just a Band-Aid because I’m not merely obsessed. I might’ve gone and done the stupidest thing alive and fallen in love with him, knowing full well I can’t ever have the happily ever after I crave.
Jesus, I’ve full-on gone to the dark side this morning. My stomach flutters.
He swings his office door open, bringing his cell to his ear to answer a call. “Yeah, that’s good. Bring it to my office, Connie. I’m working all day.”
Setting his laptop down, he rests his hip against the desk, his energy making my body temperature spike. His eyes travel up and down my body, and I sink my teeth into my lip so as not to fidget.
Who the fuck is Connie?
“Sounds good.” When he hangs up, he tosses his phone and stares at me, the room swirling with our energy. Mine desperate, his angry…
“Brett… I know you might be wondering… that is, the reason I didn’t come when you texted was I was talking to Jordan. Apparently, his dad is out to get you for not letting Jordan be on your team.” I vomit all that out so fast my eyes are watering.
“Huh.” He pushes off the desk and walks around to sit. A king on his throne—that’s what he reminds me of right now. A beautiful, exciting king deciding if he’s going to order to have my head chopped off.
“Come here, Alexandrea.” His voice is deep and controlling.
My heart drops. No, this might not be good. Still, I drag myself around to face him.
He swivels in his chair. “Do you have any idea how busy I am? What I have going on?”
My cheeks and chest are instantly warm. “Of course, I do,” I snap. “I’m busy also–”
“Really? Are you the brain around a multi-million-dollar project? Because if you are, then keep me waiting because you’re talking with fucking Jordan.”
“I was… only trying to be friends, and I did find out that his dad is spying on you…” My voice trails off, and his eyes turn darker. Great, I’m making this worse.
“Do you think I give a fuck about Jordan’s dad? David Staple is a fucking entitled prick like his whiny son,” he snarls, and again, when he says it like that, it does sound far-fetched. But that’s the beauty of Brett. He can twist anything.
“He is watching you. It’s not my fault you have so many enemies.” And as soon as I say it, I regret it.
He cocks his head and peers at me. “True. But if it wasn’t for you, my love, my enemies would have nothing, and I wouldn’t have to worry, would I?”
I blow out some air. He doesn’t play fair.
“I’ll go, Dean Powers. I wouldn’t want to be the cause of your downfall.”
I turn, but he stands, grabbing me as I struggle. This day has gone from me daydreaming about how wonderful my life is, to wanting to run and never come back.
“God, Jordan’s right. You are a dick,” I hiss as he grabs my arms. Our eyes lock, and suddenly, I’m shivering.
“Kneel.”
BRETT
“Kneel.”
My ears ring. I’m barely holding on to what little control I have left. Alex stands before me, panting, slowly shaking her head. A slight wheeze escapes her parted, berry lips.