Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
“Meredith called,” he reports. Fuck me, the old bitch is going to be on my case now that she knows about Alek’s disappearance.
“Who is Meredith?” River asks. From his reports, he most likely already knows she’s my foster mother. She does, however, have two names, so he might not be so familiar with the other one.
“My foster mother,” I say dismissively as I stand. I know better than to ignore Meredith. Alek and I learned quickly that the consequences of making her wait were not worth it. I’m not sure, though, if this summons has to do with Alek being MIA or her wanting to wiggle her way into this deal with River.
“Do you plan to fuck Amanza?” I ask him because I know she’s listening. Maybe this will give him a opportunity to distract himself elsewhere. At least that way, I might not have this tiny nagging voice asking something else of River. Something I never want to address with any man.
“No, I plan to fuck you and only you,” he replies as he stands.
I press a hand to his chest. “We aren’t exclusive,” I inform him. “My pussy will be your payment as discussed, then once the debt is paid, we end and are back to business only.”
That arrogant smile returns as he says, “If you say so.” He forks another piece of the cake, but instead of offering it to me, he places it in his mouth. I hate his boyish smugness.
Vance walks back over then and says, “She requests your presence immediately.” I didn’t realize Clay still had a phone to his ear. Is that old bitch still on the phone with him? “What should I tell her?”
“While this has been fun, meeting your men, and a woman you’ve fucked, I have business of my own to attend to,” I state. I look at Patrick and give him a smile and a nod. His gaze tracks me up and down as he takes me in. I keep my smile in place as I look at Amanza before I turn to River. “Pleasure.”
He shakes his head. “We’re not done. I haven’t finished my meeting.”
“Rain check, then,” I say smugly.
“I have to escort Anya. Please, enjoy whatever is on the menu.” He reaches for his phone and slides it into his pocket, looking at me. “I’ll take you.”
“I have my men,” I remind him.
“Why do you have men?” Amanza questions, and I turn to see her studying me. “Isn’t River protection enough?”
I scoff. “Excuse me?” Clearly, this bitch doesn’t know who I am if she thinks I need to depend on the likes of River for security.
She looks behind me to Vance and Clay. I can tell she likes what she sees, so it unfurls an ugly side to my scathing personality.
I lean over with my hand on the table, as if I’m letting her in on a secret. “Sometimes I let them fuck me with their mouths. Other times, it’s for protection. But mostly, it’s because I can afford eye candy instead of hiding behind an innocent girl’s persona. Is that all?”
“I don’t know what he sees in you,” she says, shocked by my words.
“That’s enough,” River says to Amanza, who’s stunned that she’s being scolded, as he places his hand on my lower back before he steers me away.
I tentatively look at the fork on the table, and River casually pushes it away. “You’re not stabbing someone with a fork in my restaurant,” he whispers into my ear. It’s loud enough for her to hear, and her eyes go wide.
“At least your restaurant might be known for something, then,” I reply as I smile and wriggle my fingers at her to say goodbye.
“Sir, are you leaving already?” Michael asks as he stands at the other end of the table.
“Deal with the rest of the evening for me, Michael. I’m escorting Anya.”
“Sorry?” I say. “Our evening together is done.”
“It’s done when I say it is,” River says as he guides me to the entrance. The two cars are already waiting as my guards step out behind us into the cool evening air.
River opens the passenger door of his car and addresses my men. “I’ll be taking her.” They don’t take orders from him, so they look at me instead. I internally sigh. Fuck, this asshole is determined. I don’t like the idea of introducing anyone to Meredith, but who knows, maybe she’ll throw a kitchen knife at him and put me out of my misery.
I give a simple nod, and he shuts my door before he rounds the hood and gets in the car.
“Where am I going?” he asks as he rolls up his sleeves to reveal his tattooed arms. I tell him Meredith’s address as he drives. I look at my phone, out of habit now, hopeful that Alek might’ve replied.