Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
“You don’t mean that!” she cries.
I don’t bother to wait to hear more of her tantrum. Lila needs saving. She may not realize it, but she does. Mari’s obscenities and then pleas follow me down the stairs. The bouncer raises his eyebrows when I vault over the velvet rope. I slice my way through the crowd until I reach Lila.
She tips her head to the side, and her bleary eyes attempt to focus on me. “D-d-drix?” she stammers out. I’m too pissed to even enjoy the fact that she’s finally called me Drix.
Damn Mari to hell for drugging Lila. Interested in men her age, my ass. In this state, Lila could be interested in a fucking rock. I clock the man that has his hand on her in the jaw before he can get a word out. The man stumbles back, hand held to his jaw.
“If I find out you drugged her, you’ll be sitting in an orange jumpsuit for the next five years.”
I pick Lila up in my arms and carry her out of the bar. When I pass the bouncer to the VIP room, I say, “You have the owner call Hendrix Mason first thing in the morning or this entire place will be seeing the ass end of a lawsuit.”
“Drix?” Lila mumbles. “I don’t feel so good.”
“I know, baby.”
“I think I’m going to be si—” Lila vomits onto the floor of the bar’s entrance. Someone curses and jumps out of the way. Lila begins to cry. Mari will be punished for this. Everyone will…including me.
16
LILA
My eyes flutter open to a half-naked Drix standing in front of me. “Am I dreaming?” I ask. “You’re only ever naked in my dreams.”
“Lila, please, this is hard enough.”
“As hard as the other night?”
“Lila,” he growls.
“If you think your growls scare me, then you're sorely mistaken. They do quite the opposite, in fact.” A giggle slips past my lips at the bewildered expression that crosses his face.
I quickly stop laughing, the shaking making my stomach turn. A few memories flash through my mind. Me dancing, Drix punching someone, and then me being in the back of a vehicle. I remember that I was in Drix’s lap. He’d cradled me in his arms. I swear he whispered the sweetest things to me. Oh gosh. I think I threw up…again. I’m not sure if I want these memories to be real or not. This might not be a dream but a nightmare.
“Lift your arms for me.” I do as he tells me. The next thing I know, my dress is up over my head. He balls it up in his hand and throws it into the small wastebasket in the bathroom.
I don’t really care. I hated the dress the second Mari made me put it on. I don’t understand how a dress with so little material could cost so much. I felt awkward, but Mari was right when she shoved a drink into my hand and told me I’d feel less awkward after I drank it.
“Are you going to give me one of those orgasms again?” Even with my stomach not feeling so great, I’d still be down for one of those.
“Lila.” He does the growl thing again.
“What?! I tried to do it myself, but it’s nowhere as good as the one you gave me. You've ruined me!” I shout the last part.
“The feeling is mutual,” I think I hear him mutter under his breath. “I’m washing you before the doctor gets here.”
“The doctor?” I ask as I’m lifted off my feet and Drix steps into the shower. I wrap my arms around his neck, my bare chest meeting his. I suck in a breath, my eyes falling closed. “I never realized how much I longed to be touched. You know what it’s like to go years with no one even hugging you?”
Drix puts me back on my feet but keeps me tucked close to him as his fingers brush up and down my bare back. When he doesn’t answer, I open my eyes and drop my head back to stare up into his handsome face. I can’t read the expression that’s currently on it. “I never meant to hurt you.”
“Then why do you keep doing it?” When did I become so vocal? I guess what they say about alcohol being some sort of truth serum is true. Or maybe I’m just tired of not knowing where I stand with Drix.
“This is something we should speak on when you’re not drunk.”
“I’m not drunk.”
“Right.” Drix turns me and pulls me under the warm spray of water before he starts to wash me. I’m only in a pair of panties that he left on me. He also has his boxers on. It annoys me, but I don’t comment on it because I think he’s right. I might be drunk, and I should watch what I’m letting come out of my mouth.