Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
“I’m not the party girl type. So you have nothing to worry about.” Her voice sounds dry, almost bored.
Almost.
But her eyes give her away. That, and she’s now biting the bottom fleshy part of her cherry-stained lips. She has this intoxicating aura of innocence and bitch.
It works for her. But at the end of the day, she’s off limits, and not only because she’s Rachel’s daughter, which, let’s be honest, should be the main reason. That is, if I was good.
I’m not.
Not even a little. But I don’t do drama. And this Lolita staring daggers at me is nothing but trouble.
“Good, then we have nothing to worry about.” I walk over to Rachel and kiss her forehead. She smiles up at me and places her hands on my chest.
“I’m sweaty, my love,” I state and move away. “Make yourself at home, Raven.” I walk out, drinking my water, my eyes doing one more head-to-toe appraisal as I pass.
I’ll rub one out in the shower, and all thoughts of Raven will be gone. As soon as I come, I won’t even remember that she’s going to be living with me alone, for days…
Yeah, I won’t remember that at all.
RAVEN
What just happened? No, strike that. What is happening? I can’t stay in this house alone with that man.
He’s awful.
Arrogant.
And heart-stoppingly hot. I take a deep breath and slowly release it, yet almost start laughing. Poor Cher. The tabloids don’t do him justice. She’d literally freak if she saw his beautiful face. My eyes remain on him as he leaves. Of course, he’s tall, with thick, dark hair. God, it even curls slightly around his ears. And his body… The man doesn’t have an ounce of fat on him. I mean, his T-shirt was sticking to his six-pack, maybe even an eight-pack…
Too bad he’s an asshole, telling me to call him Mr. Powers. I should have said, Sure, as long as you call me Ms. Stewart. Why do I always think of great comebacks afterward? I hate that.
Mr. Powers.
Suddenly all I can think of are his full, delicious lips on mine as he picks me up and slams his big dick inside me. Because if he’s this perfect in real life, his penis has to be giant-size, too. Right? What is wrong with me? I’m mortified, but my panties are gooey and wet.
“Go put some clothes on.” My mother’s voice makes me almost scream. How did I forget she was still here?
I swallow and nod at her since I can’t look her in the eyes. Jett Powers is her fiancé. Yes, my mother is a terrible person and a bad parent, but she’s still my mother. I have to stop lusting after her boyfriend… fiancé. He really might end up being my stepdad.
That’s sick. And yet I almost squirm as my pussy throbs. Would he want me to call him Daddy?
Jesus Christ. I need sex, now.
Tonight.
Brody has to come over, or I need to go to him. Either way, the job needs to get done.
I clear my voice and finally look up at my mother who’s frowning at me. With the amount of Botox she’s had injected into her face, that’s quite a feat.
“So.” I nod at her. “Have a good trip.” I turn and almost run. God, talk about awkward and guilty sounding.
“Raven?” Her voice stops me, and I slowly turn.
“Yes?”
“Do you think I’m stupid? I saw you eyeing Jett.” I go to open my mouth to deny it, but she holds up a hand, stopping me.
“Stop. You’re like a bitch in heat. Let me give you some motherly advice.” I almost groan because I can feel this is going to be ugly. Wow, I haven’t even been in LA for twelve hours and here we go.
“Just because Mr. Powers was nice to you, it means absolutely nothing. It’s his job to make people think he likes them.” She walks toward me, and any guilt that I might have had evaporates as I stare at her.
“Do you think I don’t know that every woman wants him? But I’m the only one he put a ring on.” She smirks. “Because we belong together.” She licks her fat duck lips. “So don’t get your hopes up. The only thing Jett Powers likes is a warm willing hole.”
“Oh my God.” I gape at her, watching her eyes go up and down my body, her lips turning into a sneer.
“I’m the only one who can truly give Jett what he needs.”
I blink at her. What the hell? I know we’re not close, but that was horrific, mortifying. I don’t even know what to say. How do you defend yourself against that kind of venom? Thankfully, she saves me and decides to leave, her heels making an annoying clicking sound on the stairs.
“The fuck?” I whisper, rubbing my forehead. I need my phone, but of course, it’s charging upstairs in my room. Do I chance another run-in with my mother? Or worse, Mr. Powers?