Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103753 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103753 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
My face devoids. “Who?”
Ling smirks, “Her. The girl who came to the office. Lexi.” Her eyes darken. “You know. The one you watch.”
I don’t like her tone. Anger surges through me.
Crossing the room in a quick stride, I place my hand at her throat and walk her back into the wall until she hits it with a small thud. Squeezing tight enough to warn, but not enough to hurt her, I’ve never been so serious in my life when I threaten, “Ling, I swear, if you fuck this up for me…” Her eyes full of lust, she bites her lip. Leaning forward, I whisper, “I will fucking kill you.”
I squeeze her throat hard a moment before I let go. But Ling doesn’t take the hint. Smiling, she looks up at me through hooded eyes and whispers back, “We can still have fun though. I don’t care if you want her too. No one knows me like you do. No one knows what I like.”
Rolling my eyes, I call bullshit. “Not true. I know you’re fucking Happy.” And about ten other guys.
Her cheeks turn pink. “He’s not like you.”
I bark out a humourless laugh and nod once. “Yeah. He has a heart.”
Ling has unusual tastes. Maybe that’s why I liked her. For a while. There was a time I thought we were one in the same, but it didn’t take long to see that everything I thought I liked about her now just pisses me off.
Reaching forward and taking my hand, she guides it under her dress to her bare pussy and gyrates, masturbating against my loose fingers. Her eyes flutters closed. She grinds against me and moans out, “Do it.”
This would normally turn me on. Normally.
I know what she wants. I’m so fucking agitated right now that I could. But that would mean she’s won.
Not happening.
Looking around the room in a bored fashion, I sigh, “You gonna be done soon? I got shit to do.”
Her eyes snap open; hurt shines there. She recovers quickly, rubbing her wet pussy onto my open palm. “Come on, baby. Help me. You used to love this.” Her statement sounds more like a plea.
Not able to take any more of this shit, I pull my hand out from under her skirt and tell her firmly but quietly, “Enough. You’re embarrassing yourself.”
Her pretty face changes to something ugly and vicious. Taking both her small hands, she pushes at my shoulders. “Fuck you, Twitch! You think you’re the only guy that can please me? Well, you’re fucking wrong! I can get any guy. Any guy I want!”
I chuckle at the fact that she’s just contradicted herself and shake my head. “Yeah. Okay. Can you take your bitch-fit outside? Like I said, I got shit to do.”
Turning my back on her, I listen to her heels clip-clop away before my office door is slammed shut. Sitting back down in my chair, the first thing that comes to mind is the sweet smile of a woman I should never have had.
My cock stirs.
Running a hand down my face, I think long and hard about what needs to be done, all the while knowing I won’t ever let her go.
For the second time in a row, I contemplate what the heck I’m doing in my car, just beside the parking lot of Falcon Plastics. Before I can chicken out, I grab my purse and shuffle out of my car, making sure to memorize the reason I’m here. Or, that is, the reason I say I’m here.
Checking my wrist watch, the time reads 5:46pm and I wonder if anyone will actually be there. The thought that I’ve missed everyone comes as a great relief.
Yeah, because you don’t want to see the gorgeous tattooed hunk who fucks like a pro.
What’s the point in denying I like the guy? What I’m doing here has everything to do with that. I want to start fresh, and I know the only way to do that with someone like Twitch is to make the first move.
Approaching the double doors, I pull and meet resistance. My brain cheers and skips, while smiling big and saying, ‘Oh well! We tried! Better luck next time!’.
Standing there a moment, I wonder if I should back down so soon; just when I turn to look around for an intercom, the door opens before me, and a young woman crashes into me. Her body slams into mine and she squeaks, “Oh jeez! I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you there!”
Grabbing hold of her, I smile. “No, you’re fine. I didn’t realize you were closed.”
Pushing her hipster black glasses higher up on her nose, she smooths her dress down. “Oh, we technically are, but the bosses are still up…” When her face lifts to mine, she squeaks again. “Ms. Ballentine! Mr. T asked that you be let through the other day. If I don’t let you in now, he’ll be pissed. I’m kinda in a hurry, but if you give me a sec, I can show you to his office.”