Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 64222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 321(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 214(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 321(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 214(@300wpm)
“You really need to step up your style.” She flicks her braids behind her head, and I hold back the laughter itching to burst from my mouth. It was a struggle to get me into those dresses she made me wear to begin with. But the bonus about dresses is that they’re faster to get on after the sex, so I wear them. But when I’m home, it’s jeans, track pants, or just a shirt long enough to cover my ass.
“I look fine,” I reply and smile as we get into her beat-up car. She turns the key, and it doesn’t start. I sit there as she hits the dash, then does it again. This time, it starts and we both sigh in relief.
It’s late, and I figured Brody would be home by now, but he’s eighteen and it is his birthday so I have to cut him some slack. And Merci says he needs a little fun in his life.
“I got him those shoes,” I tell her.
“So you took a job today?” she asks.
“Yep.”
“Thought you were quitting.”
I shrug and look out the window into the night.
“Do it. You hate it. And I know you have some money saved, so use that if you have to.”
“Why don’t you stop?” I ask, in a genuine effort to get the heat off me.
“Because, unlike you, I like the job.” She puckers her lips. “The money, the sex, every single part of it.”
“Has one ever made you come?” I ask, thinking of how it felt to have Lucas near me.
“Only this one man who, might I add, pays the best. Always asks for me, usually once a month, and I never, ever, turn him down. Then, after him I will turn everything down for a week, so as to not ruin the memory.”
Finally, she comes to a stop out front of Lucas’ club. It looks dead, but with the window down I can hear the music blaring out here from inside.
“Are we really doing this?” I bite my cheek as the nerves hit me at the thought of seeing Lucas after our interaction.
“We are. It’s Brody’s birthday and he wants you there.” She gets out first and I follow. I pull at my hair bun to tighten it as we walk to the entrance, but as we go to step in, the doors are pushed open and the same guy from earlier is standing there.
“About time.” He holds it open for us and we step through.
We’re instantly hit with the smell of smoke and alcohol.
“Take this.” He hands me a bottle of beer, which I pass to Merci, and I keep on going until I see Brody. He’s at the back where a karaoke machine is located. I don’t recognize anyone else. I can tell he’s had a few to drink. Which, I might add, is illegal. Though, everything in this bar probably is, so no surprises there.
“Killing it, Brody,” Merci screams, throwing her fist up in the air. There are probably twenty people here, and all twenty seem to look back at the sound of her voice all at once. I cringe and step back, shaking my head, but Merci doesn’t care as she continues to move closer to him.
“Different attire.”
My back straightens at his voice, goosebumps tickle all over my skin, and I freeze.
7
Lucas
She’s hard to miss. Even dressed in jeans and a baggy white shirt, her hair back, and those hypnotizing eyes with those fuckable lips that I know would look good wrapped around my cock.
Her friend makes her way to her brother, and I step up behind her. I stand there for a few seconds just watching her, tasting the air that she consumes in the hopes I can taste her in it.
When I speak, I watch as her whole body locks up. She ignores me, keeping her back to me. So I step closer, my head lowering to her neck and taking in a deep breath.
“You are so fucking weird. Who goes around sniffing people?” she questions, turning her head and pinning me with those chocolate eyes, makes me want to bend her over and taste every inch of her starting with that smart-ass mouth. When I don’t answer her, she turns back around and looks at her brother. “Why did you do this for him?”
“I gave him new shoes too, but it seems you beat me to it.” This time when she turns to me, a different look passes over her face. “It wasn’t for sympathy or because I care. He looked like trash, and my employees are not allowed to look like trash.”
She blinks a few times, like she’s trying to understand all my words and put them into context, but then she says exactly what she wants to. “You’re a real ass.”
“So I’ve been told.”
“I really don’t want him working for you. The last thing I need is to be identifying his body.”