Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
“Neither.” Both. And I don’t like that Honey has become a discussion topic for us twice now. Perhaps Crue has become a lonely househusband, trying to entertain himself with gossip. I smirk into my glass at the thought.
I would rather do bad things to her, but I won’t fuck a virgin. And I don’t think it’s fair to her because I only want to fuck her, and Honey seems more like the relationship type.
I sell sex for a living, for fuck’s sake.
How would a virgin work into that?
“Well, from what I hear, she has been enjoying the dating world, and tonight, she is on her third date with the same guy. She likes him, so I hear her telling Rya.”
He has definitely turned into a gossiping househusband.
This news shouldn’t bother me. I shouldn’t care that Honey’s dating someone else, but for some reason, it makes my skin crawl to know that someone else’s hands will be all over that body.
“Why did you just look mad? For someone who doesn’t care, you suck at acting like it.” Crue gives me a curious look.
“Is there a reason you’re here?”
“I was bored. Want to go and watch me kill someone?”
“Who?”
“Just a shop owner who thinks he can keep putting off payment and has been talking shit about us to all the neighbors.”
“I’ll let you deal with your own shit.”
“Unless there is someone you want me to kill for you. I know you don’t like to get your hands dirty.” He smirks.
“I can take care of my own dirty work,” I tell him, and he nods.
“Yes. I saw evidence of a guy in an alley you let live. That was kind of you.”
And suddenly, I understand why he’s provoking me about Honey because Crue is nothing but intentional.
“How did you…” I shake my head. “It’s one of your bars.” I guess, to which he nods. Crue doesn’t technically own it, but he provides security for it. Fuck. Is there a place in this city he doesn’t have a piece of?
“The owner called me with photos of the guy and told me he had to personally carry him into the ambulance. He asked if I could handle it. Handle you.” He motions to me.
“Consider me handled.” I roll my eyes.
“Good. Because no matter how much I like you, you and I have much in common. When it comes to business, we don’t let others fuck with it, friends or no friends.”
I nod in agreement.
He stands, preparing to leave. “And just an observation as your friend… I am sure this guy might be right for her, so make up your mind before she does it for you.”
I lean back in my chair. “Marriage seems to have made you soft.”
He shrugs. “At least I’m honest. And I am most certainly not a coward.”
My jaw tics as my patience nears snapping. He says nothing else before striding to the door and closing it behind him.
We both know how bad I am for Honey. So why is he encouraging me to pursue her? I sure as hell know his wife wouldn’t be pleased. But it always comes back to Honey. And the thought of her with another guy…
I look at the paperwork on my desk, which is Daphne’s contract. I canceled it, and she didn’t seem all that upset about it. Though I guess paying her a nice hefty amount of money helps soften the blow. She asked if we could still be friends, even if we aren’t fucking anymore, and I agreed. I’ve had Daphne under contract for many years, and she has been loyal and incredibly good in the bedroom. And I think she’s lonely. I guess we all are in some way.
But that isn’t the pressing matter that led me to cancel her contract. It’s all due to a certain little honeypot that I can’t stop thinking about every fucking day.
I’ve made it a point not to fuck virgins, so I’ve stayed away from her.
But fuck me, nothing makes sense when it comes to her.
CHAPTER 20
Honey
I’m not sure it’s the right thing to do, but I’m going to do it. Kit, who I have been seeing, has been good to me. Even that first night, no matter how drunk I was, he walked me to my cab, asked for my number, and said he would reach out for a date. Nothing more. I actually think I like him. But we’ve had three dates now, and it’s time.
I’ve been wondering about my little problem for a while.
Wondering what to do about it.
And if what I’m considering is the right thing to do.
But I don’t want it hanging over my head anymore. I want to do this for myself.
I’ve made up my mind.
Alana messaged me Dawson’s office address, where I currently stand, outside his door. It’s late, and I should be home in bed. That’s sure as hell where Marco probably thinks I am. But instead, I stand here, wondering if I should knock or walk in. Just as I go to lift my hand, the door opens, and a man I don’t recognize stands in front of me.