Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 60573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
“You know nothing.”
“What part of ‘I’ve been looking for them for some time’ didn’t you understand?” She didn’t know where her confidence was coming from. Gash terrified her, and so did their situation. She had agreed to kill the woman who had falsely accused Gash of raping her and murdering her boyfriend. Charlotte only knew half of what happened.
When she came back from her business trip, she’d been feeling off, and the only explanation had been the unprotected sex with Gash. She’d gotten a test, returned to her apartment, and had been overjoyed to learn she was pregnant. Jeff had been there, and he’d seen the test in her hands. What she hadn’t realized at the time was the fact she’d touched her stomach, and said Gash’s name. Jeff had obviously had no doubt that she was carrying Gash’s baby. In the few shorts seconds of happiness, she’d decided that, with her promotion, she’d finally get a place of her own, something that meant she didn’t have to have a roommate. Charlotte had grown tired of all of the men around Rebecca, and she didn’t want that kind of life for her baby. The moment she heard that Gash had been arrested, and a trial date was about to be set, she had been about to contact his lawyer in order to help him.
From the first moment she saw Gash, she’d been attracted to him. Every time she saw him, and got to know him, she’d fallen a little more in love with him. She was nothing like Rebecca, who’d been beautiful, slim, and completely experienced. Charlotte was not. They hadn’t even been best friends, merely acquaintances who shared an apartment. Neither of them could afford a place, so they shared. Gash didn’t know any of that. He thought they were best friends, when Charlotte hadn’t liked Rebecca, not at all. She’d put up with her, nothing else. The promotion had been her ticket out of that life, but it had all gone to shit. Jeff had seen to that. Once she discovered that Gash was going down for not just rape but murder, she’d tried to help, and had failed. Instead, her very future had been ripped out of her. Jeff had been there, and had caught her taking the test. He’d asked who it was, and she shouldn’t have told him. Gash didn’t know everything that had been taken from her, and she hoped he never did. Gash didn’t even know they had shared a night together, so he didn’t need to know what else had happened. She’d tried to help him, really she had, and she had failed them both. It already hurt her too much to handle it. She doubted he would even believe it, let alone understand what she was going through.
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Whizz didn’t need to worry about Charlotte. She was fucking fire, and she was turning him on. Gash took a seat opposite her, and watched as she blew across the cup filled with coffee. His cock pressed against the front of his pants, and he stared into her eyes. She stared right back at him, and something ached in the back of his mind, like a memory trying to get out, but he couldn’t reach it.
“I’ve not got a plan. Coming to you was my plan. However, I’ve got someone who can help us. Do you think you can help me locate them?” he asked. He didn’t want to leave her alone. Charlotte was by his side now for the foreseeable future. Gash didn’t know where these emotions were coming from, only that she was inspiring them. Her gaze was filled with so much pain that he found it hard to keep eye contact with her.
What had she been through? Charlotte had secrets, and he bet that Whizz knew some of them.
“I’ve been to your old apartment. It’s a shithole now, and there’s nothing there.”
She blew out a breath, staring past his shoulder. “I’ve not been there in years.”
“Is there anything you remember? Anything at all?”
“Rebecca was a popular girl. Before I left, she’d started making visits to some rich billionaire in the city. I don’t know his name, but she told me he’d set up an apartment that he used when he was in town.”
“What name?”
“It was in her name. The guy, I don’t know who, didn’t want to have a, er, track record or something. I figured he was just married, and didn’t want any traces of him keeping a mistress.” She shrugged. “I told her to tell you. She wouldn’t. Rebecca said you were only after some good pussy, and you didn’t care who she fucked.”
“She got something right. Rebecca was a whore through and through. She didn’t give a shit about anyone or anything.” Gash stood, unable to look at Charlotte when he thought of Rebecca. He’d been young, and an asshole. What did he ever see in Rebecca? She’d been an easy fuck, and at the time he’d not been interested in anything but a good time.