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 caresses my cheek so softly that it makes me pause. I hadn’t even realized I was frowning with worry until he touched me and relaxed my muscles instantly. “It’s okay. We’ll figure it out. Let’s just get back to campus.”
I nod and jump behind the wheel. Right then, my phone buzzes, and I check the messages.
Apollo: Wanna talk, Freckles? You know where to find me
Of course, he wants to talk. Of course—
Suddenly, it clicks, and I lift my head. “It’s a long shot … but I might know someone willing to help.”
Apollo
The frantic knocking on my door has me hurrying out of my much-needed bath with a simple towel wrapped around my waist. There goes my moment of leisure. Whoever is at my door better be prepared for some accidental slip of the dick.
“What do you w—”
Aspen Caruso is standing in front of my bedroom door completely covered in blood with a wounded Grey Westbrook on her arms.
“What the hell?” I mutter.
“Oh my—fuck—” Grey immediately turns his head at the sight of my bulging everything, but the flush on his face tells me enough.
“You wanted to talk, so let’s talk,” Aspen says.
I pull them inside, then grasp her face, turning it to all sides so I can inspect her for damage. “Are you hurt?”
“No,” she replies, trying to swat me away.
“Then whose blood is this?”
She blushes. “No comment.”
Now I’m really intrigued.
I stare at Grey, but he won’t budge either. They’re conspiring together. A wide grin spreads on my cheeks. I knew she was fiery.
“Stop staring,” she says.
“Wait, how did you even get inside?”
“I’m a Phantom, remember? People let me in,” Grey responds.
“Oh, right, forgot.” I laugh, but I’m the only one, and that’s sort of stupid, so I cut it off real quick. “This isn’t what I imagined when I told you to come find me.”
“We need your help,” she says as she puts him down on my big leather chair in the corner, ruining the fabric with blood stains that aren’t hers. Goddammit. “He got shot.”
I narrow my eyes. “Since when is that my problem?”
“Since you owe me,” she says, putting her hands against her waist like she wants to teach me a lesson, and I like the sass.
I tilt my head. “And what makes you think I can help?”
She rips open his pants from the bottom and shows me the gnarly wound. “You have a first-aid degree, right? Help him … and we’re even.”
Even?
I don’t want to be even, but I guess it’ll have to do, considering she probably hates my guts right now because I helped Levi concoct and execute his filthy plan.
But those ocean-blue eyes of hers reflect a kind of smugness I’ve only ever seen in the mirror, and it surprises me.
If the blood on her skin isn’t hers … she killed someone.
I’m impressed.
“All right, Freckles…” I fold my arms. “But there will be a price.”
She rolls her eyes and groans out loud. “Always the fucking blackmailing. Fine. Just fucking do it.”
A filthy, smug smile forms on my face. “Come this way.”
We walk farther into my lavish room.
“Shouldn’t you put something on first?” Grey asks.
“Why? Doesn’t this fit me?” I retort, right as the towel drops to the floor.
His face goes from slightly flushed to red as a beet, and the color complements his otherwise pale skin.
“Better?” I chuckle.
“Goddammit, Apollo. This isn’t the time for sexual innuendos. Just help him out. Please,” Aspen grumbles as she sets him down on my giant bed.
I roll my eyes and grab some clean boxershorts to put on before I grab the first-aid kit from my closet. When I approach them Grey leers up at me with apprehension, which I understand. After all, our first encounter ended with him tied up, sucking the cum straight from my tip while whimpering like a little twink high on sex. And honestly, sometimes that’s all someone needs to truly find peace.
Grey
He kneels in front of me, and my heart rate shoots up.
This is the motherfucker who tied me to that chair and had me lick the cum off his length.
He’s dangerous.
And not just because of his muscles.
I glare at him as he grabs my pants, my entire body flinching as he wraps his calloused fingers around my ankle. His icy-gray eyes pierce mine with intent, and I don’t fucking know why I’m so hyperaware of his hand slipping up my leg.
“Go on then, strip,” he says, with that deadly smirk of his.
“Fuck no,” I grit back.
“Grey …” Aspen places a hand on my shoulder, and it pulls me out of my anger.
She’s the calm beneath my storm.
“If we’re gonna take out the bullet, your pants need to go,” Apollo says, grinning. “If I wanted to see your cock, I wouldn’t even have had to ask.”
My jaw drops, but the heat still rushes to my cheeks, and it makes me lash out. I kick him in the face with my good leg, but he catches my foot midair.