Total pages in book: 181
Estimated words: 181613 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 908(@200wpm)___ 726(@250wpm)___ 605(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 181613 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 908(@200wpm)___ 726(@250wpm)___ 605(@300wpm)
He was really here, in my room …
My Ghost.
Oh God.
Ghost
It was too easy to distract her.
The second she stepped away from the window, I knew I had my one and only shot, so I ran up to the side of her building, climbed onto the fire escape stairs, and made my way up to her window. It was easy—child’s play.
Just that one paper on her desk is all she needs.
No words need to be exchanged for what I’m offering her … What I’m willing to give.
I pull my balaclava and mask back up again and stare at her window from down below, wondering if she’s going to take the bait.
And when that dainty little creature with her perfect red hair and button nose finally appears in the window … God, I can’t help but smile.
That’s it, Aspen.
Look at the ghost that will haunt you for the rest of your life.
Because you and I both know you already made your choice when you realized the truth.
You hate him.
And you will always hate him for what he’s done.
So you’re going to be an obedient girl and destroy the one thing that kept you tethered to your life as you knew it.
Levi fucking Torres was the end of you.
But me? I will be your beginning.
CHAPTER 9
Apollo
I lift myself from the floor on my fingers alone and keep my breath controlled as I go into a set of planches, lowering my body to the floor again without touching it. Ignoring the girls sprawling at the window near the gym is tough, but a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do to make it work. Privacy while trying to execute this move is impossible when you’re all muscle like I am. The girls just can’t get enough of this piece of meat.
But my meat is only interested in one thing, and it’s currently walking into the gym doors as we speak. The mere sight of her breaks my concentration so easily that I have to place both hands on the floor and lift myself into a full handstand on fingers alone. Otherwise, I’ll fall on my face and embarrass the living hell out of myself.
So much for discipline.
The girl with that gorgeous red hair, button nose, and pink lips that make me want to lick the gloss straight off. Aspen Caruso.
She throws her towel over her shoulder and sets down her water bottle near a bike, before she jumps on, and fuck me, that ass is so goddamn round and juicy as it fills the seat that I have to do a double take. Juicy enough to instantly make my mouth water, my God.
I get back to my feet again and do a stretch and crack on my fingers as I watch her get to work on the bicycle. She’s going faster and faster until her lungs nearly crash out, and sweat pours from her glands. I’m starting to wonder what’s gotten her all worked up like that.
A smirk forms on my face as I approach.
“Hi there, Freckles.”
“Don’t call me that,” she retorts, ignoring me.
“Should I call you fat cheeks instead?”
Her jaw drops, and she throws me an incensed look.
So I tilt my head and say, “I didn’t mean your face.”
My eyes slowly slither off to her thick butt below.
She pulls off her towel and smacks me with it, right in the face.
I take it like a man.
“Keep your eyes to yourself, thanks,” she says.
“I prefer keeping them on you, where they belong.”
“Don’t you have anything better to do?” she asks while she continues biking.
“Other than staring at you? No. Never.”
She’s getting more and more annoyed by my presence, but it only eggs me on further.
“I’m busy.”
“I can tell,” I reply. “This is the first time I’ve seen you in this gym. Why start now?”
“How would you even know this is my first time?” She scoffs.
“Trust me, I would’ve noticed.”
She rolls her eyes but keeps on biking anyway just because she can, and I kinda admire her enthusiasm to keep ignoring me, but it’s not going to work.
“I need to exercise,” she explains. “So if you could pl—”
“For what? Those perfect hips don’t need any.”
She gasps, and the air catches in her throat.
“I’m just saying, there must be a reason …” I muse.
“None of your business,” she retorts.
“Why are you so mad, Freckles? Have I done something to offend you?” I ask.
“Existing,” she says with a stone-cold face.
I fake a knife going into my chest. “Don’t hurt me. I’m sensitive.”
She frowns. “Who are you kidding?”
“You. Is it working yet?” I joke, winking.
“You’re as sensitive as a rock,” she says.
“Hard as one too.” I flex my arm. “Wanna feel?”
She makes a face. “Are you trying to compensate for something small?”
Oooooh. Burn.
“I don’t know. Wanna find out?”
She rolls her eyes and groans out loud. “Can you please let me work out?”