Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 63761 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63761 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
“Oh, hey,” Preston greets as he walks to his door. “Why are you sitting in the doorway?”
“I wanted some fresh air,” I lie.
Preston glances around as if he can see the damn air, then states, “Why don’t you go outside then? You’re breathing in stale AC air.”
Dude, you’re way too practical.
“Thanks,” I mumble, as I get up and pull my door shut. Letting out a sigh, I walk to the elevator.
“Enjoy,” he calls out as I step into the stupid elevator.
“Why the hell am I even going outside? I could’ve gone out on the balcony,” I snap at myself. “Kingsley, this is so not you. Get your shit together!” I press the button to take me back to my floor, and I’m glad to see Preston has gone into his suite.
When I reach my own door, and I pat my pockets for my keycard, I close my eyes and bang my head against the door.
“Ugh… Hunt! You’re an idiot!” My shoulders slump as I drag my feet back to the freaking elevator, but glaring at it, I grumble, “This is all your fault.” I take the stairs down and head out of the building to the main office so they can come unlock my door for me.
Mason
The fucking suit feels like it’s suffocating me. I don’t know how I’m going to get used to wearing one every day once I start working.
Preston will keep an eye on the internet to make sure the footage doesn’t pop up anywhere, just in case someone managed to download it while it was airing.
I have no idea how Preston is able to do any of the shit he does, but he’s brilliant. After today there’s no way I’m letting go of him. He will be a huge asset to our new business.
It’s actually scary how quick he can set something up online, and then make it disappear the next.
My phone vibrates, and when I open the email notification, the corner of my mouth lifts. It’s an email from an unknown sender, and opening it, I see the Anonymous calling card along with the footage we aired today. It’s the proof I’ll need for the court case against the Senator and Serena.
This way, it won’t create any suspicions that I was involved, and only Preston and I have the video.
I finish changing into a pair of jeans and a sweater.
Now that my revenge is almost complete, worry begins to creep into my mind. What if Kingsley doesn’t understand?
“Start by telling her the video isn’t out there. Get the important shit across so she doesn’t have time to get angry,” I advise myself as I walk out of the bedroom.
“Yeah, otherwise your ass is grass, and she’s the lawnmower,” Lake mumbles from the couch.
Placing a hand over my heart, I shoot him a glare, “Wow, thanks for the encouragement, buddy.”
“Always a pleasure, babe,” he quotes my saying while wagging his eyebrows.
“Later,” I chuckle before I shut the door behind me.
When I get to Kingsley’s suite, and there’s no answer, I frown. I pull my phone out and bring up her number, but after a couple of rings, it goes to voicemail.
Fuck.
Did she find out already?
Falcon said they didn’t watch.
I pull up Falcon’s number as I take the stairs down to the lobby, so the call doesn’t cut in the elevator.
“I love you, buddy, but your timing sucks,” he grumbles when he answers.
“Layla and Kingsley didn’t watch the footage, right?”
“No, they switched off the TV.”
“Did you see Kingsley since you got back?”
“Yeah, I got Layla from Kingsley’s suite,” he mentions. “What’s going on?”
“She’s not answering her door or phone. For a minute I thought she found out about us airing her near-drowning on television before I got to explain things to her.”
“Did Kingsley say she was going somewhere?” he asks Layla.
“No, she was waiting for Mason,” Layla answers. “Wait, maybe she went to get some coffee?”
“Did you hear that?” Falcon asks.
“Yeah, thanks. I’ll check around campus for her.”
I shove the phone into my pocket and walking out of the building, I head in the direction of the café on campus.
“Dude, I saw you on TV,” a student says with excitement as I walk by him.
“Mason,” a girl calls out, and I cringe inwardly as I keep walking. “You looked so hot.”
“Mr. President!” I hear Kingsley’s voice, and I stop so fast someone bumps into my back. I don’t bother listening to the idiot's apology as my eyes scan over the campus. When I catch sight of her practically bouncing up and down as she jogs toward me, a smile spreads over my face.
When I notice she’s not slowing down, I turn to face her direction, and as she gets to me, she jumps. I grab hold of her and chuckle when a high-pitched squeal leaves her while she practically wraps herself around me.