Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 26161 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26161 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
We had something good going.
Or so I thought.
I read his text again.
Ren: I miss your stalking. I’ll be at Ritz Russo’s. Friday night is Talent Night. Fresh meat. I could use a sidekick.
This is the hardest part. He keeps texting me. Being his normal sweet and sexy self. And it’s hard to undo the two perfect weeks we had in my mind. A girl can only get off so many times with a vibrator and a memory before she starts to physically ache for the real thing.
I start to reply to him. Something angry and mean. Just like all the rest that won’t deter him. In the end, I stupidly tell him the truth.
Me: I miss the time we had together. I miss you. But, Ren, that’s my problem. I shouldn’t miss you or want you.
Or love you.
Ren: I see what you’re doing…
Me: What’s that?
Ren: Pushing me away.
Me: I already did that. You’re away.
Ren: No, I’m giving you your space, but I’m not done with you, Natasha. I don’t think I’ll ever be. It used to freak me the fuck out. Not anymore.
My heart does a little patter that has me growling in annoyance.
Ren: It makes me want to try harder. For the record, I’ve never had to try this hard to get the girl. But rest assured, I’m trying really fucking hard. And. I. Will. Get. The. Girl. Break time is over.
I’m trying hard to fight a smile. Smiling is definitely the exact opposite of what I should be doing. I should be scowling and cursing him. But the girl inside of me who fell hard for this boy—she’s on cloud nine. She wants the boy to get her.
Something catches my eye and I slouch down in the driver’s seat of my car. Bingo. I’ve been staking out William Warner’s office this week—it didn’t take long to find his Facebook profile through Ren’s friend list. Within minutes, I had all kinds of information about him. Even took a peek at his ex-pretty fiancée. Although, on her social media, she shows she’s in a “complicated” relationship and he’s not her friend.
He climbs into his Mercedes and pulls out of the spot. Slowly, I drive after him. His journey is short, heading straight to a familiar place. Hush. The same place where Ren touched me for the first time. When I let him, knowing full well he was my enemy.
William is in a hurry and has done a wardrobe change in the car along the way. He’s missing his suit jacket and he’s wearing a ball cap. If he thinks he’s blending in, he’s not. No one wears a ball cap with dress clothes. I climb out and trail after him. Having been here before, I know the drill. I use my membership card and slip inside. Once my card is tucked in my pocket, I pull out my phone. I start a recording just in case. You can never be too careful with people like William—especially given what I know now.
I want to hear it from his lips. That he killed Kate. Accident, maybe, but I need to hear his account for that night’s events. And I need to know if he feels remorse. I’ll never be able to close this chapter in my life otherwise.
William walks over to the bar, orders a drink, and then heads for one of the main rooms. Where Ren was in a private room with that skank last time I was here, William seems to be on a hunt first. A chill slides down my spine. He lifts his head, searching the crowd, and I freeze.
Two black eyes and a bandage over his nose.
Ouch.
Fucker deserved whatever happened to him.
The pulse of the music and buzz of the crowd causes me to lose him. I wander around aimlessly until someone grabs a fistful of my hoodie from behind and pulls me back. Hot breath tickles my ear.
“Must be fate,” William says over the music. “I found you at Ren’s place and now you found me at Ren’s favorite hangout.” His palm slides around to my front, openly groping my breast in front of all the drunk people around us. “You’re too late, gorgeous. He’s already slipped away with a sloppy skank. But don’t worry, I can satisfy you.”
I tense, biting back my words. Ren’s at Ritz Russo’s, not here. William is a liar, I’m learning. What else has he lied about?
Kate’s sweet face springs in my mind, spurring me into action. “Can we talk somewhere private?”
William presses his mediocre erection against my ass. “I’ll lead the way.”
The urge to call Ren is strong. And the thought that he’s my go-to person is even more surprising.
William walks me down a corridor and then into a small room. A man sits at a desk, tapping away at a computer.