Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 178117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 891(@200wpm)___ 712(@250wpm)___ 594(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 178117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 891(@200wpm)___ 712(@250wpm)___ 594(@300wpm)
“Oh,” I reply. I thought it’d be more important. Oh well.
A shiny new ring draws my attention, and I gasp as I grab her hand. “That’s gorgeous! Where’d you get it?”
She blushes. “Oh, I got it from one of my besties at university.”
“For your birthday?”
She pauses and looks at me for a moment. “Uh, yeah. Of course.”
It’s almost as if she forgot.
At least she’ll never forget us both getting each other tattoos as a gift. Her name on my skin and my name on hers, a forever reminder of our bond.
And I can’t wait to show Mom and Dad.
Suddenly, she whips out a card. “Look what I have.”
I take the card and look at it. “Eve Richards. Age … twenty-one?”
I look up at her beaming smile. “Awesome, right?” She snatches it right back out of my hand. “Had them made a couple of days ago.”
I frown. “Them?”
She rummages in her pocket and holds out another one. “Tada! Happy birthday, Pen.”
I take the fake ID from her, staring at my photo on the card. “Oh my God …”
“Awesome, right?” She wraps her arm around me as a smile forms on my lips.
We’re not old enough to go out drinking yet but we are old enough to get tattoos. But this … this is definitely a game changer.
Eve winks at me. “Now, who’s ready to go on our first-ever real party tonight?”
Suddenly, her stomach rumbles, and we both look at each other before we burst out into laughter. “Okay, but first … let’s get that freaking cake.”
Felix
Present
Music calms my violent soul.
Loud bass, low voice, just the type of sound I need to stop the surge of adrenaline flowing through my veins.
I grab the straw off the table and snort up some of the cocaine, getting high as fuck in front of everyone, even the servers.
Here in one of my father’s clubs downtown, RIVERA, I can do whatever the fuck I want without repercussions because the manager knows better than to get in the way of his boss’s son.
Besides, everyone who gets into the VIP room is rich as fuck, and rich fuckers don’t fucking care about any rules. And neither do I.
I lean back and enjoy the show. On the stage in front of us, a bunch of girls are dancing around a pole. One of them slowly takes her top off, flaunting it in the air before chucking it at Dylan.
He puts his fingers in his mouth and whistles at her, then puts them in front of his lips and sticks his tongue through, pretending to lick her pussy.
I roll my eyes. Always the fucking flirt, even with girls he doesn’t want.
“What?” Dylan retorts when he sees my face.
“You make me sick sometimes,” I reply.
“I’m just having fun,” he says. “You should try it sometime. You’re beginning to look like a corpse. Maybe it would bring your black heart back from the dead.”
“Too late. I’m already in hell.”
I look away, but all I see is pussy on dick everywhere.
This club doesn’t shy away from private dances. It’s the full monty, including lip service, and I don’t mean the agreeable kind. But I don’t want to watch some random dude getting a BJ in the club.
All it does is remind me of those sweet fucking lips of that dirty little slut named Penelope wrapped around my shaft.
I close my eyes and sigh, taking in the music and letting myself slowly sink away into oblivion. Because all of that is better than having to think about the one girl I should not be thinking about.
Again and again, she creeps into the forefront of my mind with that fucking diary of hers.
Why did she want it back so desperately she was willing to get on her knees for me?
Is there information in there about Eve’s death?
“Jesus, you look like you’re about to kill someone. Lighten up,” Dylan tells me. “You normally love this. What’s changed?”
“Penelope.”
“She’s messing with your head,” Alistair says, taking a sip of his drink.
“Better stay away for now,” Dylan says. “I don’t want to get on Dad’s bad side again.”
“Scared?” Alistair jokes, raising his brow at Dylan.
“Some girl isn’t worth losing my entire life for,” he retorts, chugging down his drink too.
“It is for me,” I say stoically.
“Don’t let her get under your skin,” Alistair says.
“Too late.”
I sit up straight and stare at the stage, ignoring the girls who make their way toward us.
“Oh, look,” Alistair says. “Boobs.”
“Like you ever cared about those,” Dylan jests, and he winks at Alistair.
“Hey, I don’t discriminate.” Alistair sticks out his long tongue that could make any fucking girl spread her legs.
The girl dances her way toward Dylan, and he tucks a wad of cash under her thin string. She starts dancing in front of him, sweeping her thick boobs along his face while bobbing her ass up and down, and he slaps it when she makes a turn. She puts his hands on her ass and starts twerking like crazy, and Dylan gets all fired up, grinning like the horny motherfucker he is.