Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 62580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
“Maybe another night then,” I offered, inclining my head.
Her eyes flared at the mention of another night, and yet again I had to fight every instinct in my body to keep myself from taking a step toward her.
“Another night,” she replied huskily.
“Good night then, dear Acadia,” I said to her as I backed away. “Chen, my assistant, has brought your car up to the front.” I gestured to the front gate where I saw the glow of Acadia’s headlights.
She lifted the keys from her pocket, and I grinned.
“Did I mention he was a car thief in his past life?” I asked, reaching for the fence.
She grunted. “No,” she denied. “I think you forgot to mention that.”
I laughed, then turned my back on her and walked back inside.
CHAPTER 9
Stalkers - is it technically called stalking when your stalker is aware that you’re there?
-Asking for a friend
ACADIA
I was stalking the poor man.
But was he, technically, a man? Was a vampire, a man that was dead for all intents and purposes, classified as a man?
Though he had a cock and it got hard—which technically would make him a man—at least in my book.
“He sees you, you know,” Keisha said as she popped more popcorn into her mouth.
“How do you know?” I asked, turning away from the man that kept drawing my eyes.
Her smile was evil.
“Because every time you turn around, his eyes come to you like he knows you were looking at him, and he’s done it not just once, but over ten times. It’s getting comical how much each of you are actively trying to stay away from each other,” she drawled.
I smacked my forehead with my hand.
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
She took another handful of popcorn and slowly started to pop it, piece by piece, into her mouth. Her eyes were on something over my shoulder, and I knew she was watching him.
“Who is that lovely shade of male specimen beside him?”
I chanced a glance, and my heart started to pound.
“That is Abraham,” I murmured, turning back around once the other male’s eyes released mine. “He’s Constantine’s right-hand man.”
“And what about the man on his left?”
I didn’t have to turn to know who that was.
“That is his left-hand man.” I snickered.
She threw a piece of popcorn at me.
“Thanks, Captain Obvious,” she grunted. “But really. What’s his name?”
“Pavlov, I believe,” I admitted. “Though, nobody is actually sure since we can’t get any more info on him.”
“Who is we?” Keisha asked, scooting in closer, sensing a juicy story.
“Me and my brother, Nash,” I answered. “We did research on the vampires in the city once he realized he was going to make the move over to represent them. He didn’t want to be caught off guard, nor be around any of them by himself if they were completely dangerous.”
“Ahh.” Keisha nodded in understanding. “That makes a whole lot of sense.”
It did. My brother was always prepared, no matter what. Though, that had a lot more to do with his Army Ranger skills than anything else. He was a badass in a suit.
Though, as I turned around, I realized my brother wasn’t the only badass that could pull off a suit. Each of Constantine’s men, including him, could pull off the badass suit thing.
Constantine, however, held all of my attention. Demanding it and expecting me to obey.
I wasn’t sure he even realized what he was doing—calling me with his looks.
Which sounded completely stupid when I thought about it, but it was there. Every time he moved, my eyes went to him, whether I wanted them to or not. It was like I had an attention problem or something.
My phone vibrated, and I looked down at my watch, cursing under my breath when I read the message I’d just received.
“Fuck, I gotta go,” I grumbled, looking at my watch. “I’m needed at work.”
Keisha waved goodbye with her frou-frou champagne glass full of popcorn—not that I thought that was what the glass was supposed to be used for. Keisha just didn’t give a shit. She wanted popcorn, and the little baby cups that the event organizer had provided weren’t nearly big enough.
My heels clicked as I made my way across the dance floor, deftly avoiding some overly excited dancers that were twirling and dipping like they were listening to a salsa song instead of a freakin’ slow one.
But whatever. If that’s how they wanted to dance, then who was I to tell them differently?
I’d just made it to the edge of the dance floor when I realized I’d be passing directly by Constantine and his friends.
I didn’t speak as I passed, but I knew he knew I was there.
I could practically feel his caress as I skirted by him, and I shivered.
“Where are you going?”
My brows furrowed, and I realized that what had just been said, hadn’t been uttered aloud.