Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 124836 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 624(@200wpm)___ 499(@250wpm)___ 416(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124836 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 624(@200wpm)___ 499(@250wpm)___ 416(@300wpm)
I frowned. “I’m not your boyfriend. I’m your Mountain Master.”
“Lei. . .you know what I’m trying to say.”
“I just want it to be clear that what we have embarked on is not a simple relationship.”
“I know what we are.”
“Are you sure about that?”
“Very sure, crazy man.”
“Good.” I placed a kiss on her forehead. “Tell me about T.T.”
“She’s smart, probably smarter than me and you. Name anyone and she could beat them in a brain quiz.” Moni stiffened against me. “Her math teacher wanted me to put her in this private school for the talented and gifted but. . .”
“What?”
“It was on the other side of town and my car was untrustworthy. Keep in mind that I couldn’t even be on time with the rent, there was no way I could take care of that school’s tuition.”
“We have two gifted and talented schools here in the East.”
“I’ll have to check them out.”
“We’ll check them out together.”
Her body softened. “Okay, but you don’t have to come.”
“We’re together now so that means that you’ll help me rule the East and I’ll help you with your sisters.”
“Well. . .I don’t need the help.”
I smirked. “You do.”
She sighed. “Yeah. . .maybe I do.”
“What does T.T. like?”
“She gets uber obsessed with things when they grab her interest like. . .I don’t know how to explain it. It’s a little unnatural. I mean. . .me and my sisters don’t get like that so I never know how to deal with it. But T.T. picks a topic and then gets intense and highly focused on it.”
“Give me an example.”
“She’ll stay up all night, writing notes, drawing diagrams, and just talking about it on and on and on like. . .she just will not let it go.”
I closed my eyes and breathed Moni in. “She sounds like Dima a little bit. He used to be that way when we were kids. Obsessed with these little toy gangster soldiers. I think he still collects them.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” I savored the warmth of her. “Dima is super smart too.”
“I’ll have to meet him.”
I snapped my eyes open. “No time soon.”
She quirked her brows. “Why not?”
“I’m a bit possessive of you.”
“A bit?” She chuckled. “A lot.”
I frowned and closed my eyes. “We’ll see if I take you to the North one day.”
“I have a helicopter. I can take myself.”
“You don’t leave the East unless I know and approve.”
“You’re so funny.”
But I’m not joking.
I kept that to myself, not wanting to argue in this loving intimate moment.
However, if she did take that helicopter out of the East without my knowing, the pilot and anyone else involved would be in a lot of pain for the rest of that month.
Moni could never be too far from me and any location out of the East was too fucking far.
Oblivious to my obsession of her, she continued, “Anyway, currently T.T. is obsessed with the Crownsville Bandit and his treasure.”
Yawning, I got more comfortable, pressing my soft, tired cock against her leg. “You mean her treasure.”
“What?”
“Her. The Crownsville Bandit was a tall Black woman.”
“What?!” She moved a little.
I opened my eyes and looked down at her.
She stared at me in shock. “What do you mean the bandit was a woman?”
“This is a secret fact in the West.”
“But it’s not in the museum.”
“They don’t like all of the treasure hunters coming around and lurking so some facts are distorted, but this is common knowledge.”
“T.T. is going to pass out from this information. We will need a mattress behind her when you tell her.”
I smirked. “Then, we will have one placed there because I’ll have tons of things to share.”
“Yeah?”
I nodded. “I’ve even talked to the Crownsville Bandit several times.”
She gave me a suspicious look. “How could you? The bandit is dead.”
“Dead but not resting in peace. Now she’s a ghost haunting Dream Lake. She wears this sort of cowboy hat and is always telling me to dig for wooden daggers. The bandit calls them keys.”
Moni shook her head. “I-I don’t even know. . .where to begin with what you just said.”
I shrugged. “It’s annoying. I always dig up the odd-shaped dagger just so she’ll leave me alone. Plus, her little army of ghosts are always with her. I never know what she can do.”
“Hold up. Lei, what are you talking about?”
“There are ghosts around the Jones Family mansion and when I was there at night—which happens to be when the ghosts like to come out—the bandit would come to me.”
“Duck said you used to stalk Chanel.”
I scowled. “Then, I’ll be having a talk with Duck—”
“Lei, you were really out there at night. . .stalking Chanel?”
“I would just be there making sure she was okay.”
“For how long?”
“All night.”
Moni widened her eyes. “Did she know?”
“Yes.”
“And. . .that was just. . .what occurred?”
“Yes.” Embarrassment filled me.
Months ago, I would have found this explanation of standing outside of Chanel’s mansion entirely normal. Now, I knew it was odd. Because in the end, she hadn’t loved me at all.