Total pages in book: 167
Estimated words: 164838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Sailor pressed a kiss to my chest. “Your thoughts are loud again. Are you okay?”
I forced myself to stay calm when all I wanted to do was explode. “Sorry, I…” Truth coated my tongue, painting over my many lies. I might never be able to have her like this again, but while I had her, I couldn’t pretend I wasn’t deeply, madly, stupidly in love with her. “I can’t stop thinking about you,” I whispered. “How good you felt. How that was the best sex of my life, and I want to do it all over again.”
She puffed up with pride. “You sure know how to squeeze my heart. Hearing you say that means the world to me.” She grinned. “And I feel the same way. I’ve never experienced what we just did. Ever.”
Goddamn tears pricked my eyes.
Despicable jealousy roared through me.
I was jealous of myself.
Cursing the two versions of me who got totally different sides of the same girl.
Why had I done this? Why had I come here? Why had I ever put on a mask and thought I could survive the fall-out?
Stiffening, I did my best to gather enough strength to stand. To say goodbye. To leave forever. But she clung to me like a baby sloth and buried her face in my neck. “You’re not leaving. No way.”
The butterfly blindfold hid her stunning blue eyes, keeping my secret. My mask lay in a discarded puddle beside us, mocking me with its skeletal grin.
You can’t let her find out.
If she ever learned who I truly was…going to jail would be paradise compared to the way she’d hate me.
My heart slowed with single-minded determination.
I only had one way out of this mess.
X would have to die, and Zander would have to grow a pair of goddamn balls and tell her how he really felt instead of talking about myself in third person.
Colin’s warning echoed in my head.
He’d cautioned me not to separate X and Zander as two different people because it would be harder for her when she knew the truth. But now that I’d fucked her like a madman all while telling her to date her neighbour, I’d destroyed any hope of a happy ending. The only way out of this mess was to make my alter ego die a miserable death and be done with it.
God, why did you have to make me fall in love with you?
Why did our grandmothers have to shove us together again and again?
Why was I so weak not to pursue her as Zander when I had the chance?
“You’re doing it again,” she whispered drowsily. “Now what are you thinking about?”
I shuddered with shame that I couldn’t be honest even while being more truthful than I’d ever been. “I’m thinking that I don’t want to let you go.”
She sucked in a breath. “Then don’t.”
I squeezed my eyes closed and cursed the agonising fisting of my heart. “I need to leave. I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t have—”
“If you say you regret sleeping with me after just confessing it was the best sexual experience of your life, you’re going to make me really mad.” She pulled away and went to yank off her blindfold.
Soaring upright, I grabbed her wrists and jerked her hands down. “Don’t.” Glancing at my mask on the floor, I ordered, “Give me ten seconds, then I’ll give you back your sight.” Letting her go, I snatched my scarf balaclava, yanked it over my head to bunch around my neck, then pulled up the black material until it almost touched my eyelashes.
Gritting my teeth, I reached around her head and undid the bow. The butterfly wings fell away, leaving her blinking.
The moment her gaze caught mine, she shifted to sit on her knees and balled her hands.
She sucker-punched me with how stunning she was. Naked and sated and so full of fire.
My cock reacted before I could stop myself.
Launching to my feet, I plucked the condom off and headed into the kitchen to dispose of it.
Peng appeared from wherever he’d been hiding, trotting and meowing by my ankle.
Sailor muttered from behind me, “He’s still obsessed with you.”
I didn’t dare acknowledge the orange kitten or the woman who’d successfully made me break. Instead, I padded barefoot and bare into the kitchen and slammed to a stop.
“Eh…” I blinked. My eyes struggled to see what was right in front of me. “Did you get robbed while we were busy?”
“What?” A rustle of limbs and the pad of her feet as she left the floor and came to join me. Her jaw fell. “Oh my God. What on earth?”
Every cupboard was open. Every drawer ajar. Even the fridge was open, spilling icy air all over the floor. Peng meowed and headed toward it, searching for dinner.
In a daze, Sailor scooped him up and cradled him in her arms. The sight of this beautiful naked woman cuddling an orange kitten—a kitten I’d given her—was too much.