Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
“First, why are you working here?”
The nerve of this one. “Why is that any of your business?”
“I’m not sure I like you working here.” He glides his fingers to the thin strap of my corset. “I don’t like all these men staring at you. It bugs me you’re making their dicks as hard as you make mine.”
Well, that just went from zero to sixty. “Sir, I just met you. Well, formally. The last time I saw you wasn’t exactly optimal. Who the hell do you think you are telling me what I can and can’t do with my body?”
The corners of his lips turn up in a sly smile. “I’m the man who’s gonna fuck you so hard you’ll forget your name.”
The audacity of this guy. “Moaning your name while you fuck me doesn’t give you ownership of my body.”
“So you’re gonna tell me why you’re working here?” he asks, ignoring my statement.
“It pays well, and med school is expensive.”
“You’re in med school? Could you be any more perfect? Ballsy, beautiful, and smart. It’s like the trifecta.” His tone isn’t condescending; it’s full of awe and admiration. The guy might be a psycho, but at least he doesn’t seem to be a misogynist.
“Starting in the fall.”
“It’s going to be handy having a doctor for a wife.”
“Excuse me?”
“I’ll give you a million dollars if you let me do anything I want to you for a weekend. We can work out a contract, and I’ll respect your hard limits. Nothing will happen if you say no upfront. Anything not on the ‘no’ list is fair game. Deal?”
My fingers circle the glass of unattended alcohol at the bar. Without considering the repercussions, I fling it at Alexie, watching as the amber liquid glides down his handsome face. “What the actual fuck? I’m not a hooker, asshole.”
He steps back, laughing as he dries his face with a handkerchief. “That little stunt makes me want to fuck you more. I appreciate women who love to fight.”
“Are you so arrogant you assume you can buy anyone or anything? Must be nice to be that rich.”
“I don’t consider it as buying you.”
“What the heck do you think offering me a million dollars for sex is?”
“I’m gonna fuck you either way. I figured this way, you’ll be able to pay your tuition and not have to work here.”
“What if I want to work here?”
“I’m a jealous man, Mia. You’ve seen how crazy I am. You want to have the death of multiple men on your conscience?”
“You’re deranged,” I spit.
“Yes, but how deranged I get is up to you.”
It’s insane to be so into an unhinged guy, but damn, he’s hot. Not average hot. Scorching. He makes movie stars look like dogs in comparison. And it’s flattering to have someone go a little deranged because they crave you so much. It’s also been forever since I had sex. It’s getting to where I’m worried if it’s like riding a bike or if you don’t use it, you lose it.
I lift my chin. “If you want me to submit, you’re gonna have to give me more than money.”
“Okay, what do you want?”
“To fuck you up the ass.”
Alexie smirks, pushing up against me again. “That’s all? Cause, baby, I'd do anything for a chance to fuck your sweet pussy.”
“And I want the million dollars.”
“Goddess, you can have all my money. This is how I get my foot in the door, and I don’t plan on leaving.”
“You’re awfully full of yourself.”
He winks. “Soon, you’ll be full of me, too.”
3
Alexie
“I don’t want her working here anymore,” I blurt to Kian.
My eyes follow Mia as she moves through the bar, and my fingers itch to strangle every fucker who dares to look down her shirt.
“You can’t kill anyone here, Alexie,” Kian warns, his eyes on my closed fists.
“I need you to go tell her she’s done for the night,” I demand.
“I don’t know who the fuck you think you’re talking to, but I don’t take my orders from you. The only person at this table who can tell me what to do is that pretty girl with dark hair,” Kian says, pointing to Stella.
Stella turns as if sensing Kian’s eyes on her. It must be nice to be so in tune with another human being that you can communicate without words.
Stella smiles sweetly and scoots toward Kian. “You being a bad boy, Kian?”
Kian laughs, a sound I’d never heard until Stella came into his life. His fingers inch along the table, and he picks up the steak knife. Pressing it into her flesh, he drags the tip slowly along her cleavage, drawing the slightest amount of blood. Dipping his head, he sticks out his tongue and laps at the trickle of crimson fluid. “I’m always a bad boy, sweet girl. But that’s what you like about me.”