Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
But as soon as they do, I’m done. Fuck this shit. One fucking look at Lula and I see a whole new life that doesn’t included destroying other people’s lives for profit and entertainment. How that’s possible, I don’t know but I trust my gut more than any person or science in the world.
I have a handful of businesses, I have my apartment, I have my own income and with my end of this scrapyard deal with Larry I might even invest and expand my own fucking empire and get the fuck away from family business.
My text tone goes off. I dig out my phone, tossing it on the coffee table. There’s only one text I’d reply to right now, and that person doesn’t have my fucking number.
I entwine my fingers behind my neck, dropping my chin to my chest as the phone dings again and I glance at the screen.
It’s James. Asking what got into me at the wedding, going ballistic on one of the strippers and her client. I delete the message without replying, grinding my teeth. None of his fucking business.
No, fuck it, I’m dialing his number ready to tell him to back the fuck off. We’re close, but he’s not my shrink.
Except I nearly crack the screen pounding the numbers and it’s not James I’m calling.
It’s Lula.
“Hello?” She’s tense, like she’s expecting bad news and my protective hackles rise wondering what is worrying her.
My dick is instantly erect. I grab it through my jeans with a hard squeeze trying to get it back down, but the contact only makes it more excited to get at her. I swallow, licking my lips, trying to figure out what the fuck I’m going to say. Why did I even call her? I have nothing to say that won’t make me sound like an ass.
“Say something or I’m hanging up,” she demands, but there’s a waver in her voice. She’s had to be strong with a mother like hers, but that’s not who she is. Not really. But, what the fuck do I know? I don’t know anything about her.
“It’s me,” I say, my voice hoarse. “Scotch.”
“How’d you get my number?”
Went through your mother’s phone after you left. The new one my dad bought her. The one with the same password he uses for all his wives and girlfriends’ phones so he can snoop whenever he wants. Pay to play, ladies. Pay to play.
I think to myself. “Larry. He said I should call you.”
“Oh. About what? It’s late…”
“Yeah, sorry. It’s good to hear your voice.”
Too good. I lower the phone and put her on speaker, lowering the zipper on my jeans as I listen to her breathing. Is she nervous? Is she thinking about what we did yesterday and how wrong it was? She’s my sister now. Dirty girl.
“Don’t fucking leave that way again,” I demand, the possessiveness I feel for her bubbling with anger inside of me that I don’t know where she is. I did a Google search after her mother told me Lula had her last name, but nothing came up. I have a call in with a friend of mine who’s a private investigator but he’s in fucking Bora Bora or something for the week with his girl.
I should have finished my call to James. He’s got less legitimate connections, some even I don’t like to ask about, but my brain is so fucking focused on Lula I’m not thinking straight.
I stoke my hard dick, remembering how she tasted.
“Uh, yeah, well I’ll come and go as I please.” Her voice is harder, too hard, like she’s forcing it.
“What happened to Yes, Daddy?” I toss that out as I palm the swollen head, spreading the seeping cum around the tip.
“Well, Daddy was swarmed by ten sets of tits and ass and wasn’t paying attention,” she snaps. I love the hint of jealousy in her voice. She’s with me, she’s just unsure and it’s my job to make sure that is fixed.
But, I have to say, her being a bit of a pain in my ass is appealing. She gets out of hand, I’m take great joy is making her ass red and listening to her say she’s sorry.
Fucking pervert she’s bringing out in me.
“Okay, I’m going to give you some real talk here, little girl.” I cup my balls with one hand, stroking myself with the other, getting the fuck off on talking to her like a father to his daughter. “You don’t know me, but you will. I’ve been an asshole my whole life, no excuses and I don’t care what anyone thinks. But, with you…” I listen to her little breaths before finishing. “I haven’t been with a girl in I don’t remember and those workers at the club? I’ve never touched any of them. Never have and never will. They flirt like that because they think getting in favor with me will serve them somehow. It won’t. But you? You don’t leave again without telling me. And that phone of yours, I’m buying you a new one so I can keep track of you.”