Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 98418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
He only smiles wryly. "Well I do love a challenge." He whispers, his breath lightly touches my lips. He traces his fingers along my neck, making me shiver. He presses his lips just below my ear, sending my heart into a spluttering sprint. His lips leave my skin too soon. He smiles at my reaction before turning and striding out the door, leaving me hot and breathless.
God he is such an arrogant self-obsessed bastard, and fuck, if he isn't the hottest man I’ve ever seen. This is not how this is supposed to work. I’m stronger than this. I want him and I hate myself for it.
Chapter 5 – Theo
The music pulses through the house, filling the room and all its guests with a chaotic energy. I'm sat on my couch with my friend Henry and Will, Hugo's younger brother. A brunette girl I don't know is on one side of me and Sarah- a model and former conquest- is sat on the arm of the sofa with her long bare legs stretched over my lap. I'm already pretty wasted, the alcohol numbing my mind and senses. Music is blaring and the booze is flowing. The sofa has been pushed up against the wall making an improvised dance floor in the middle of the living room. Bodies are packed together dancing drunkenly. Two girls are dancing on the coffee table in the middle of the room. One seems to have lost her top and is wearing just her bra. This is a standard Friday night in my house. Yes, I could go to a club, but why not make the most of the fact that I have an enormous house in Central London, a bed just a few steps away and the opportunity to invite only the hottest women. Plus, most clubs wouldn’t allow the shit that goes on at these parties.
Hugo appears across the sea of bodies. He waves at me before navigating the swarming crowd. He has his usual entourage of women with him. He’s dressed in skinny jeans, a white vest with a black suit jacket over the top and a trilby. It’s a look only Hugo can pull off without looking like a total douche.
"Dude." He touches a fist to mine. "It is rammed up here." He flicks his eyes to the topless girl on the coffee table. "Apparently with drunk and loose moraled women, my favourite type." He laughs devilishly.
I raise an eyebrow at him. "I'm not sure you need any more women. Most people just bring beer." I gesture to the horde behind him.
He holds his hands out. "Do I ever let you down?" He grins at me. "Ladies let me introduce you to the infamous Theodore Ellis." He announces with his typical theatrical flair. They all giggle and look away. They're Hugo's predictable type. Tall, skinny and half naked.
"This is Charlotte." He motions to a blonde whose waist he has his arm wrapped around and slaps her arse. She turns to me and I see that familiar blush that is almost always inevitable, her lips part a little and I can visibly see her breathing accelerate. She's wearing a silver halter neck dress, it’s very fitted, but does her no favours. It only serves to point out what little curves she has, however it is very short and reveals her obscenely long legs. She wears stilettos with silver straps that wind up her ankles. Her blonde hair is cut in a sharp bob. I stand and greet her, kissing her cheek. She turns a serious shade of scarlet.
"It’s okay sweetheart, he sets most women’s panties on fire." Hugo laughs, then mutters. "Prick.” I laugh. “This is Suzie, Anna, and Ariel." Hugo points out the girls. Before introducing them to Will and Henry.
My head is spinning sometime later as two of Hugo’s harem both writhe and crawl all over my lap in some kind of lap dance. One runs her fingers over my thigh and tightening crotch whilst the other grinds her pelvis almost against my face. The first one kisses my neck before brushing her lips across mine. Like some kind of burst from a film reel, images of Lilly Parker’s face, her lips brushing mine, even her scent, flash across my mind. What the fuck?! Suddenly the two girls in my lap seem cheap and dirty. My enthusiastic boner from a moment ago seems to have changed its mind as to where it wants to reside tonight. Too bad that particular pussy isn’t accepting visitors. I drag my hand through my hair. I can’t have her and now just the thought of her is ruining me having a replacement. What the hell is wrong with me? Jesus, I might as well just give up and grow a fucking vagina right now. Drink, more drink will fix this. I won’t remember my own name let alone Lilly fucking Parker’s.