Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
“Fuck it,” Levi said, leaning back in his chair. “If no one else is asking, then I am.” He looked at me, then at Blaise. “What is going on?”
Blaise lifted his eyes from me to meet Levi’s. “She’s mine,” was the only response he gave.
I set the piece of bacon back down on the plate and turned my head to look up at him. What did that mean exactly? This conversation was about me. That I knew, but I was not Blaise’s. Even if we were together, she’s mine was a psycho, controlling way to describe it.
“I’m reading that signal loud and clear,” Levi replied. “I think we all got that. But when did I miss how this happened?”
Blaise’s eyes narrowed, and the room suddenly felt tense. I glanced around and saw that I wasn’t the only one who felt it. No one spoke.
“When it becomes family business, then you’ll know. Right now, this is my business,” Blaise said in a low, commanding tone.
Levi didn’t seem concerned. He shrugged, as if that was an answer. I, however, still didn’t understand what was happening.
A small alarm bell went off, and Huck stood up quickly and walked out of the room. I took a bite of my bacon while waiting on someone to say something because the silence made it hard to eat.
“Now, it’s family business,” Huck announced as he walked back into the room. “Trev just drove through the gate.”
Blaise muttered a curse, then stood up and picked up my plate. “Come on.” It was an order, not a request.
I stood up, and before I could ask what we were doing, he started walking away with my food. Either I could stand in here with these people I barely knew or follow him. He hadn’t left me much of a choice. I did as I had been told. I found I had been doing that more and more with Blaise, and it annoyed me.
We were at the door leading down to his cave when he stopped.
He held my plate out for me to take. “Go down there. Wait for me.”
Was he serious? Because Trev was here? I’d told him my not coming home would worry the Houstons.
“Trev is my friend,” I said, taking my plate from him.
He clenched his teeth and looked away from me. He couldn’t get mad because I was stating a fact he had known.
“Just go down to my room and eat. I’ll be there soon,” he told me.
“Why? Can you explain that? Do you not want Trev to know I’m here? That we slept together? Because he knows I left with you last night. He was there.”
Blaise closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them, he took my chin in his hand and lowered his face until our lips were almost touching. When he was close like this, I forgot that I was mad at him. I forgot that he frustrated me.
“Please, go downstairs. I’ll explain later.” His tone wasn’t demanding. That was the reason I did what I had been told.
At least, I wanted to believe that was the reason, and not that his mint and leather smell had hit me, making me feel tingly. Reminding me of last night.
Twenty-Two
I managed to eat most of my breakfast while I sat with my legs curled up under me on his sofa, watching an episode of Friends. By the time the guys moved into the big apartment and Monica made the small apartment pretty, Blaise walked into the room. I picked up the remote and turned off the television as I watched him walk toward me.
He sank down beside me so that my knee was touching his thigh. I waited for him to explain why I’d been sent away. I had several other questions, too, but I’d let him start with that one.
“The Houstons know where you are. You can call Melanie if you want. Trev wasn’t here because of them. He was here because he’s a spoiled brat. I dealt with him. He’s gone.”
Frowning, I sat there, waiting for more, but Blaise didn’t say more. Instead, he ran his finger up my thigh as he stared down at my legs. Nope. I was not doing that. I scrambled off the sofa before he could grab me and stood up.
Once I had a safe distance between us, I put my hands on my hips and glared down at him the best I could. He was distracting. All of him.
Damn him for being so sexy.
“I’m going to need some more information,” I told him.
He raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms over his chest as he stretched his legs out in front of him. There was a crooked grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“Okay,” he replied.
“What am I doing here? How many girls have worn this robe? Please tell me it’s been washed since the last one wore it. When are you taking me back to Moses Mile? What was that she’s mine comment? Because that verged on creepy. And why are you suddenly being nice?” I had more questions, but we could start with those.