Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 106541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 426(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 426(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
It is time to get shitfaced.
Being drugged out of my head might be the only way I’ll be able to show my face again.
“Two months. Two whole fucking months I’ve been working to get her out, and for what? For her to switch her focus from me to him.”
“Ghost…” Alek’s excuse trails off when he fails to find one. “She’s not like…”
I stare at him, silently goading him to finish his sentence, to thrust my sister into my line of sight again. I am as desperate to kill as I am to lose a handful of brain cells, so I’m praying like fuck he will take a nibble out of the bait I’m dangling in front of him.
Like a fool without a wish to live, Alek finishes his sentence, although he leaves Sofia out of it for the first time in months. “You need to step back and look at things properly. Something isn’t right. You’ve been saying it for months.”
“Because you’ve been fucking with my head!” And her. Her more than anyone.
While growling about my accurate inner monologue, I pull open the thick safe door, lift out a brick of cocaine and toss it onto my desk, uncaring that the white puff cloud left in its wake is worth a couple of thousand. It is so fucking pure it will only take a line or two to have me forgetting the idiot I am.
That alone is worth a hit in revenue.
“I ain’t watching you go down this path again,” Alek mumbles while heading for the door. “You want to give that fuck face exactly what he wants by fucking yourself over, go ahead, but don’t expect me to watch.”
“Did I ask your opinion?”
“Nah,” he replies, spinning around to face me. “But if you did…” he nudges his head to Katie being guided outside by Kirill, “… you would recognize that she can’t stand sitting next to that fucker. He fucking stomped on her, so why the fuck would she lie with him?”
“Because she wants to live.”
He pffts me then blows me off with a two-fingered salute. “You’re fucked in the head.”
The air forced into my office from my door being forcefully shut juts out the lines I’m cutting on my desk, but I snort them, nonetheless.
By the second line, pure euphoric pumps through my veins.
Third—fucking heaven.
There is nothing more exultant than this.
Except her.
Needing to drown out my thoughts, I look over to the redhead seated on the couch. Not my rough grab nor my exchange with Alek has rattled her knees.
She’ll be a good distraction to the tightness my balls have been experiencing the past two months.
“On your knees.”
After a long lick of her painted lips, she stands from the couch, saunters my way, then drops to her knees. When she peers up at me, I angle my head to ensure she can’t see my scars before demanding, “Take it out.”
My dick is flaccid, but it’ll still be bigger than any she’s handled. What I lack in empathy, I make up for in cock size.
As she undoes my belt, confident she will need to lower more than my zipper to free me from my trousers, I yank off the stupid-ass tie Anastasia suggested I wear to our impromptu engagement party, then unbutton the three top buttons of my dress shirt.
I figure my dick’s lack of interest means I’ll be here for a while so I may as well get comfortable. What I am not expecting is the reminder of the last time I undid my shirt while with company. It wasn’t with Anastasia, and it most certainly didn’t involve a woman expecting to be paid for a service.
It was when I slipped into the bath with Katie and promised I’d never let anything happen to her.
“Hurry the fuck up,” I grumble out in a rough tone, annoyed by the memories flooding my head.
I’m a grouchy cunt in general, but I am worse when I haven’t been laid in months.
Anastasia is gorgeous, but I’m not fucking interested. Not only would Alek cut off my balls for mowing the grass he never stopped watering even when she left him years ago, my cock still isn’t interested in anyone but Katie.
Just like Katie’s pregnancy, my engagement is an act, a ploy to unearth where Kirill’s interests lay. Is it an heir anyway he can get it, or does he want Katie for more than the fact I want her?
After today’s revelation, I have no fucking clue which way is up.
“For fuck’s sake. How long does it take to remove a fucking belt?”
As I push the redhead away from me with my boot so I can remove the strap of leather myself, Alek’s shouted words hit me on repeat.
“He fucking stomped on her.”
He stomped on her.
He. Fucking. Stomped. On. Her.
With my mood obliterated and my understanding shut down, I do more than remove my belt. I upend my desk, sending it flying across the room as if it belongs in a dollhouse. My roar is animalistic, my veins hot. I’m seconds from doing more than smearing the redhead’s lipstick, then I’m greeted by the last people I expect to show up at my office without notice.