Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 80643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Noah Vancliff, of course.
My heart pounds even harder in my chest as I think of him.
Noah is fucking hotter than he’s ever been, and his attitude is worse than it’s ever been, too. His dark hair has grown out just a little, and the way it falls across his forehead makes him look less prep-school and more like a young, blue-eyed Keanu.
A little twist of deep satisfaction hit me every time I caught his eyes on me.
Noah’s not all that great at seeming menacing, since he always has a sleepy-eyed puppy look to him.f
I would have sworn Noah was trying to eye-fuck me himself if I didn’t know he was a straight boy with a pathetically hopeless romantic streak toward every woman he meets.
All of that potential, and you spend your time fruitlessly chasing love, like a kid with endless crushes.
Fuck it.
I pull in a deep breath through my nostrils, willing myself to keep going.
Another.
Quarter.
Mile.
I move through life fueled by pure ambition and desire, working my ass off for the things I care about.
Noah?
He sits on his cushy mound of money, parties, and social connections, licking every silver spoon that’s offered to him and drowning in liquor.
Tonight he apparently wasn’t numbing his brain into oblivion with alcohol, and that seemed to make it easier for me to burrow under his skin much deeper than usual.
Lord knows why he wasn’t indulging. Maybe his dad demanded that he stay sober for the wedding, so as not to cause any sloppy scenes like he has in the past.
“Fuck,” I hiss under my breath.
My body feels like it’s going to break.
I don’t feel like I can make it another quarter mile, but that’s exactly why I’m going to do it.
I push myself to the brink, and with each breath of air, it feels like my chest might crack in two.
I watch the number slowly tick upward.
Point seven miles left.
Now point five.
Point two…
I drop into pure focus to push through the last bit of the run. And when I hit the goal, I slam my hand down on the decrease button, slowing to a jog again.
I breathe deeply as I come down from the sprint.
I finally feel alive for the first time today.
I cool down for a few minutes, going from a jog to a walk and then finally stopping. My muscles twitch like hell, and I stop to do some quad stretches before heading out of the gym.
It’s only been about an hour since the end of the wedding.
Most of the hotel patrons are all crowding the bar now, because most people aren’t going to the gym at eleven o’clock on the weekend.
I hit the button for the top floor.
As I’m waiting for the elevator, my pulse is finally slowing, and another problem rears its head.
My cock is going to be insistent now.
After I work out, it’s a natural reaction. It’s like my body is trained to move from adrenaline rushes right into needing to fuck.
Easy.
Hotels are the best place to find anonymous sex.
The elevator door slides open in front of me. New plan for tonight: go up, shower off, and head down to the bar to find anyone of any gender who needs to fuck as badly as I do.
The pent-up swirl builds inside me as I go up and up, and by the time I’m at the top floor I’m impatient.
I fish for the hotel room key in my pocket as I approach the door near the end of the hall.
I tap it and swing the door open.
And when I hear noise from inside, I know something is wrong.
Someone’s in my hotel room.
I don’t know what the sound was, but it was a low thud, like something bumping into a wall. I glance over at the minibar, because I can make a beer bottle get acquainted with the intruder’s skull if I need to.
This place is one of the penthouse suites, and it's massive, with just as much lavish bullshit as the lobby. It makes sense why someone might want to rob it. The floor-to-ceiling windows at the far side of the suite look out onto the sweeping city below, lights glittering under the inky sky.
I quickly grab a bottle by the neck and go deeper into the suite.
The living room is empty but the fireplace at the center of the room is on. Whoever broke in is clearly trying to make themselves comfortable.
And then I hear the sound of rushing water, and I realize it’s the shower being turned on.
The fuck?
An intruder who takes a goddamn shower?
I clutch the bottle in my hand and move toward the bathroom, hovering outside the door for a beat before I continue.
I slowly push open the door, just a crack, and look inside to see skin.
A lot of skin.
Noah fucking Vancliff’s skin, all out on display, completely naked with his dick in his fist.