Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
“What did my favorite girl bring me to eat?”
Gage’s voice made me pause. It was … pleasant. My stomach did a little flip. That was the only time I’d heard that version of him. I closed the door softly, feeling slightly envious of her. I wondered what it felt like to see him look at you with something other than hate and disgust.
One more thing I would never know.
Six
Gage
Trinity scowled as she entered the room, taking me off guard. “I saw her wrist,” she bit out after she set the tray of food down on the table beside my bed.
“Fuck, I don’t want to talk about her. Let me enjoy my meal,” I grumbled.
Had I grabbed her arm that hard? I didn’t think so. What the fuck was wrong with her wrist? Not that I gave a fuck. I should have broken the damn thing. Then, she’d have to leave.
“You’re being an asshole. That girl looks ready to burst into tears.”
Good. I hoped I had her sobbing before the day was over.
“You don’t know the past,” I told Trinity.
“Neither does she.” Trinity had her hands on her hips, looking like she might slap me at any moment.
“Don’t fucking care. Doesn’t change the past, now does it?” I replied, looking at the food she’d brought up.
“Gage, seriously. The girl has amnesia. You can’t be angry with her if she can’t remember anything.”
I sighed, wishing I could reach my food. “Not anger, sweetheart. That was a long time ago. I moved on. I just don’t want to be reminded of my past mistake.”
Nor did I want to be reminded of how fucking hard it was not to look at her. She had taken all the shit I said to her and not reacted. She hadn’t even fucking flinched. The Shiloh I knew would have slapped me and told me to go fuck myself. Then strutted her sexy ass out of here and not looked back. The way she was acting now screwed with my head. Another reason she needed to leave.
Eight Years Ago
How had I gone from never laying eyes on this girl to her being every-fucking-where I went? It was as if the universe was screwing with me on purpose. Taunting me. I couldn’t even go get a damn meal without running into her.
I grabbed the burger on my plate and took a bite, trying not to look back over at Shiloh fucking Ellis.
After Talia had sucked my dick at the party, Shiloh had kept her distance. She’d stayed close to Jackson’s side, but whenever she got too far from him, he’d chase her around like a fucking puppy. I’d usually blame that shit on a magic pussy, but I got it. Hell, if I could bang that cunt, I’d chase it around too.
Picking up my drink, I fought the urge to look over at her again. She hadn’t noticed me, and I needed to keep it that way. I didn’t have a Talia buffer today, and she wasn’t with Jackson. She was alone.
“Hello, Gage Presley.”
Her fucking addictive voice still reminded me of honey. Maybe honeyed bourbon.
I looked up as Shiloh slid into the seat across from me. Blue eyes danced with delight, as if she were fucking thrilled to find me here. That damn dimple, which I wanted to lick, flashed at me. If I didn’t get my food and go, I was fucked. A man was only so strong, and God had decided to create kryptonite in the form of Shiloh Ellis to destroy me.
“Aren’t you out past your bedtime?” I asked, trying to sound annoyed.
She raised her eyebrows and pursed her lips. The things I wanted to do to those lips.
“No, Daddy, I’m not,” she purred, and my cock was instantly hard as a motherfucking rock.
I chuckled. “I’m a man. That shit might work with the boys, but I’ve had my share of hot ass.” But not her level of hot ass.
I’d stung her again, but she barely let me see it. She held the smug smile in place well. The girl knew she looked like an angel. She owned mirrors.
“I’ve heard all about the hot ass you’ve had. Didn’t take much asking around to find out about you. Seems you’ve got a reputation. You and your friends are rather well known,” she said, then leaned against the table in my direction.
My eyes immediately dropped to her chest and the cleavage that was now clearly in view. Damn, those tits were incredible. I could see the suntan line from her bikini top.
Lifting my eyes back to hers, I didn’t try and hide the lust. “Stop asking about me. You’ve got a great body and a pretty face, but you’re just a little girl.”
She leaned even further. “Not all females want to fuck you, Gage Presley. That’s presumptuous, don’t you think? I have a boyfriend, and he takes care of my needs.”