Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 97418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
He turns off the shower, grabs a towel, and wraps me in it. Stepping out, he towel dries himself. Finally, I start to move, almost terrified to look at him. If he has that guarded look on his face, I don’t know what I’ll do.
“You hungry?” Clad in nothing but the white towel wrapped around his tan waist, he reaches for his phone. That incredible, tattooed body almost leaves me speechless.
“It’s kind of late.” I reach for some moisturizer and watch as he types on his phone. I open a sink drawer and pull out a black toothbrush.
He glances up then back down to his phone.
“Thank you,” he says, pulling me close and kissing the top of my head. “I need to make a call and smoke. I’ll be back.”
“No.” My face heats up. “What I mean is I have this little balcony. You can use that to smoke. That way you don’t have to leave.”
He cocks his head. “I’m not leaving.”
As he drops the towel, he bends to pull on his jeans, not bothering to button them, and walks out into the bedroom and turns on the light.
DAVID/POET
She stands in her bathroom doorway, a white towel loosely wrapped around her. Her eyes dart left and right and she seems unsure of her next move.
Should I be here? Probably not. But something tells me if I walk out this door, I might not come back, as in, I might never come back.
I can’t self-examine what my feelings are for her. She deserves the world, and as much as I know deep inside I love her, I’m not the right man for her.
Life is not fair; she still thinks it is.
She believes love can heal. It’s all over her, wanting to be voiced, but she’s afraid I’ll hurt her with the truth.
Tonight, she saved me. I pull out my smokes and reach for my phone.
Opening the sliding glass door to her balcony, I step out. It’s big enough for two small chairs and a table. She’s got a couple of potted plants on each side. It’s cute, much like all things that surround Charlie.
Blade has called and left two texts. Not even listening or checking, I push on his name. It rings, and when he doesn’t answer immediately, I almost hang up. After all, it’s almost one in the morning.
He snarls, “I don’t have time for this shit, David.”
I light up and look to the stars in the sky. “What do you want from me?”
“I want you to hold it together. And if you can’t, I need you to back away and let me finish it.” His voice is low and I hear him shutting a door; then he comes in loud and clear.
“I told you this a month ago when you showed up. I will not let you drag me or the club down. You need to go shoot up, do it. But you stay away from the clubhouse and you turn in your cut.”
I stare down at a car pulling up.
“David?”
“Yeah, I’m here.” I inhale deeply letting the nicotine calm me as I tell him the truth.
“Blade, what you fail to understand is that it’s not your fault. You’re used to everyone kissing your ass. But the truth is I don’t care. I don’t think of you as king. I think of you as my cousin who has everything to live for.”
My voice is calm. I need him to get this. “You threatening me does nothing. I do what I want. And I’m not afraid to die.”
Silence, nothing but the cars and the wind blowing some of the palm trees.
“David.” There’s the sound of him pacing as his breathing becomes harsh.
Blade has never liked anyone standing up to him. “I’d stay buried in that pussy tonight. You bring that attitude tomorrow—”
“I kill the rat and I’m done talking.” I hang up after hearing him swear.
Bending down, I put out my cigarette and walk back inside. She’s turned off the lights so the moon and the streetlights fill the room along with the glow of her flat-screen TV.
“You want to watch?” Her dark hair is down and she’s propped up in her white bed in a little pink ruffled sleep shirt.
I lean against the balcony door as I rub my heart and breathe in her vanilla scent.
“Only if you get naked.” I kick off my pants, and her eyes dip down to my hard, throbbing cock.
A small hiss escapes her lips as she licks them, but she pulls her dainty tee off. Her breasts are full and her nipples stand at attention calling to me. I walk toward her and her eyes widen.
“What do you want to watch?” I stand at her side, her eyes glued to my cock, and I want to grab her head and shove myself down her throat.