Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 56628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
God, why was he so damn perfect?
His eyes met mine from across the room, and a slow, sexy smile tilted his lips the slightest bit, making my cheeks flush and a throbbing start in my core.
He had taken me over and over yesterday in the garage, and I had enjoyed every single moment of it. And then, after we’d tugged our clothes back on, he’d sat on the floor of the garage and just held me in the dark silence. Not a word was spoken between us, yet he comforted me more than any other person in my life ever had. Even Joey.
“Adelaide, Tristan is trying to get in touch with you,” Zyla announced as she came out of the kitchen, her phone held in her hand, Tristan’s name on the screen.
“Tell him I said to go fuck himself,” I snapped, knowing very well he would hear me himself.
“Watch yourself, Addy, or I swear when I get back—” Tristan snarled, Zyla obviously having him on speaker.
“You’ll what?” I angrily demanded, snatching a bottle of vodka from under the counter. River’s eyes darkened momentarily at Tristan’s unfinished threat, but he held himself in check, keeping his mouth shut. “Fuck me into submission?” I heatedly asked. “Handcuff me to your fucking bed again?”
“This will hold until I get back,” Tristan sneered.
I twisted the top off the vodka bottle, glaring at the phone in Zyla’s hand, wishing he were in front of me so that I could slap him. “Touch me when you get back,” I dared him, “and I will personally chop off every single one of your fingers.” I moved away from the bar, storming to the clubhouse doors, the bottle of vodka still in my hand.
But even in my anger, I didn’t miss the proud smile on River’s face as I walked out, and it made my chest swell with pride.
“Morning, Adelaide,” Dameon greeted from under the hood of one of the cars in the garage.
“Not now,” I snarled, storming into the office. I didn’t want anyone’s pleasantness. I just wanted to be angry and alone.
“Little early to be drinking, darlin’,” River drawled as he stepped into the office with me, shutting the door behind him.
I snorted before I took a long drink from the bottle. “This is the longest I’ve been fucking sober in a year, River,” I informed him. River stayed silent, that unnerving, blue gaze locked on my face. I frowned down at the bottle in my hand. When he only continued to silently stare at me, I sighed. “He pissed me the fuck off,” I quietly admitted.
“He used to be your entire world, darlin’—him and Joey, that is.” I swallowed thickly, my heart throbbing as I thought of Joey, and a distant ache started in my chest at the thought of everything that used to be between me and Tristan. “You used to never even look in another man’s direction when one of them was around. What changed?”
“I changed, River,” I told him, my voice sad. I turned to look at him. There was no judgment in his eyes, just a tenderness that I was clinging to. I never wanted to lose that tenderness. “I’m not the same young girl that he was in love with four years ago, and I’m certainly not the same woman he loved a year ago. I changed. It was the only way I could survive.”
River quietly locked the office door, striding over to me after checking to make sure the blinds were closed. I tracked every move he made with nervous, uncertain eyes. Anyone could see us, and I didn’t want him to face the end of Tristan’s gun if word got back to Tristan about us.
River gently took the bottle of vodka from my hand, setting it on the desk behind me while I stared at him, my breathing quickening. My heart slammed against my breastbone with every rapid beat.
“What…” I swallowed when he cupped the side of my neck and wrapped an arm around my waist, drawing me against him. “What are you doing?” I breathlessly asked, my heart pounding hard in my chest all while anticipation of his touch curled in my belly.
“One night with you wasn’t enough. It’ll never be enough,” he huskily confessed right before his lips molded against mine.
My mind shut down as I wrapped my arms around his neck, my fingers plunging into his soft, damp hair, tugging gently on the dark strands. I pressed my body closer to his, needing to feel him against me.
A quiet rumble sounded from his chest as his arms flexed around me. Right as the kiss deepened, a knock sounded on the door, bursting our little bubble. I sucked in a sharp breath, abruptly yanking myself from River’s arms. He cursed softly, clenching his jaw, anger flaring up in the beautiful, blue depths of his eyes. Closing his eyes, he drew in a deep breath, then cupped my face in his hands, soothing his lips over mine. My body instantly relaxed, my anxiety calming.