Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
“And how did that go?” he laughs, already knowing the answer.
“I told him to go fuck himself.” Victorio laughs and I let out a labored sigh. “I’m also not drunk. I did think about it, however. I decided to plot that fucking asshole’s demise instead. What about you? I thought you were watching Niko’s back tonight.”
“Niko gave me the night off.”
“He did?”
“Yeah, I think I irritate him.”
“You’re too pretty,” I laugh, taking a swig of my drink.
“If I hear that one more time…” he grumbles.
“I’m feeling damn old, Vic.”
“You’re not. You’re just a few years older than me. Don’t age me before my time.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose, too full of frustration to respond. It’s days like today that make me want to just burn my house down and walk away. I’d never do it, but sometimes it’s the dream I long for.
“You can let Max know we will be leaving Saturday,” I grumble, not happy. If I had my way, we’d head back tonight. There are some things I need to do before leaving Greece, though. If what Killian told me is true, then I need to lay some groundwork. I was going to make Dracos pay for dicking me around either way. Now, I’ll just have even more reason.
“I think Maxwell thought you’d want to leave tomorrow.”
“Fuck, I want out of this place tonight. It’s not working out that way, however.”
“So, you’re just going to sit in your hotel’s bar and let whiskey rot your gut?”
“You got a better idea?” I ask him and he shakes his head.
“Never found much pleasure in drinking myself to the point I forget to watch my own back. There are other more pleasurable ways to do that.”
“I don’t disagree,” I mutter as I look around the room. “The problem is, I don’t see anyone here that fits that particular bill.”
“Then, you’ve already had too much to drink,” he counters, motioning toward a table in the back. It’s kind of dark but I don’t need light to tell me that there’s one beautiful-as-fuck woman sitting alone—staring right at me.
Well, damn. This night might have promise after all.
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“And this is where we part ways, Victorio, my friend.”
“I’ll stick around and watch your back,” he says, laughing.
“No need. I’ve been picking up my own women for a while. I don’t need a wingman.”
“That’s not why I was watching your back,” he argues. I look at him.
“I’m good. Levi and Zane are hovering,” I answer, pointing to my bodyguards who thought they snuck in undetected a couple of minutes ago. I appreciate their concern. It’s why I hire them, but Christ, sometimes a man just wants to be alone. “Niko gave you the night off, remember? Go get laid. Enjoy yourself for once.”
“No woman, besides all the good ones are spoken for.”
I nod. He’s not exactly wrong about that. I slap him on the back and give him a life lesson he really needs to learn because Victorio is too tightly wound. “That’s when you need to find yourself a really bad woman and let her take you to heaven,” I joke, pounding him on the back and walking away.
I hear his laughter behind me, but I mostly tune it out. My gaze is now laser focused on the beautiful, raven-haired beauty who has been eye fucking me. As I make it to her table, she lets out a small, audible sigh and her cheeks bloom in color.
Damn, I have always been a sucker for a woman who blushes.
Staring down at her, I can tell I was right. She’s breathtaking. Long hair with small waves flow around a face that looks like it could have been chiseled by the gods. Her sun-kissed skin makes her caramel eyes sparkle even more. She’s wearing a soft blue dress that wasn’t designed to be particularly sexy. It’s something a girl would wear out to go shopping, and yet, seeing how the fabric clings to her and the neckline dips down to reveal just a hint of cleavage makes my body vibrate with hunger. I can’t say what it is about her that makes me so starved to taste her. It’s just true. Maybe my emotions are ramped up after the fucking shit-show of today, but whatever it is, I’m positive I’m going to work out all my frustrations on her delicious body. Her blush deepens. The innocence of it is like a drug, making my cock weep and strain to be free.
“Is there a reason you’re hiding in the corner?” I murmur, my eyes raking over her body. I don’t try to hide that I’m sizing her up. I’ve never been one to play games, and I’m not about to start now.
“I didn’t know I was,” she answers and fuck, her voice. It’s sweet and smoky at the same time. I’m not sure I’ve heard anything like it before. It literally wraps around my dick as if she stroked the son of a bitch. I can feel my shaft press against the zipper of my slacks.