Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 85277 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85277 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
I pick up my phone and text her.
Are you coming alone tomorrow?
I’m hoping I’ll be coming with you, but I’m not sure.
I throw my phone down. “Jesus, she’s making my life impossible.”
“Poor baby. Just fucking get over it. Have sex with her, work with her, and then I’ll have a lot fewer complaints in my email.” John gets up. “Now, if you bozos will excuse me, I’m going home to have sex with my wife. On the couch, because we can.”
“You liar,” Noah says. “Married people only fuck in a bed. Google it.” He winks at John as he walks out.
“Let’s go to the gym. You can work out your frustration there.” Noah gets up. I do the same and follow him out. I spend the next three hours beating the shit out of a punching bag and working my body to near exhaustion.
Now, I’m in the car on the way to the party. I get there right before six, leaving my car at the valet. Walking the red carpet, I see the media setting up and wave at a couple of reporters I know. Opening the door, I walk in, and I’m speechless.
I see Scarlett, the event planner, walking up to me.
“So, what do you think?” she asks as I take in the room. There are dimly-lit chandeliers everywhere, casting the room in a sexy glow. White roses are placed around the entire space in mirrored vases. All the tables have a little lamp that looks like a martini glass is filled with little fake diamonds that are the lights. Once the overhead lights are turned off, they’ll give an almost intimate lighting effect.
“It’s really sexy.” I watch the wait staff getting into their position.
Chris walks over to me, wearing a suit without a tie. “Didn’t Scarlett do good?” he asks.
“She did.” I look at the door and see John coming in. He’s wearing a custom-made black suit with a black tie. Dani walks in wearing a black dress, followed by Barbara and Steven, who are both dressed to the nines.
“It’s so beautiful,” Barbara says. “This is my favorite one yet.”
I look around taking in the booths. There are buckets set up at each one for bottle service. “You guys go reserve a booth now so we don’t go crazy later.”
When I turn back around, my heart skips a beat as I see Lauren walking in. She looks breathtaking.
She is wearing a coral-colored jumpsuit. It dips down dangerously low in the front and comes up to wrap around her neck, leaving her shoulders exposed. I’m watching her look around when I see the valet guy running back in, calling her name, and she turns around to greet him. With her hair tied up on top of her head, I can see that her back is bare all the way down to her waist. As if that isn’t sexy enough, there is a slit on the side of each leg running up from her ankles to the tops of her thighs, giving a good view of her toned legs. She’s got on a sexy-as-fuck pair of gold stilettos with fake diamonds on them that I would kill to have digging into my back later. A simple pair of diamond earrings finish her look.
When she walks over to us, I can see her pant legs swish around her with each step, giving me a peek of her legs. “Sorry I’m late, I took an Uber,” she explains, and I rake my eyes over all of that exposed, silky skin.
I just stand here, taking her in. The need to grab her hand and claim her as mine is a war I’m internally waging with myself.
“Holy shit, Lauren, you look amazing,” Dani exclaims when she comes back over to us after reserving a booth. “I love this color on you.”
“Thank you so much. Oh, look, there’s Barbara. I’m going to go say hello.” She walks away, and we all watch her go. And we aren’t the only ones, either. The wait staff has all taken notice of her. The bartender spots her saying hello to Barbara, and he makes a beeline over there, giving her a fake smile and talking to her. She tosses her head back and laughs at whatever he said, and my blood boils.
I make my way over to her side just in time to hear her order herself a lemon drop martini. “I’ll have whiskey on ice,” I tell him right before he walks away.
“Can I have a word please, Lauren?” I ask her.
“Sure, but I didn’t get my drink yet. How about later?” she says while she talks to Barbara and ignores me. She stands next to Barbara, talking, so I lean on the bar next to her, hoping that me being this close is throwing her off her game.