Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
"I'm not a dumbass. I don't take bets I know I won't win even if it's only a grand." I feel Bonte smile against my neck. At least she finds this amusing. I run my hand up and down her back.
“We still don’t know what the Feds are up to,” I say. Are they trying to find Bonte? Did they simply clean up the bodies and that was that? It’s all strange.
“I never understand why they do certain things,” Bonte tells me.
“Dad check into it?” Jax asks.
Dad has more connections to the government than anyone. I’d put Mac’s mom, Ellie, next. They both have had to help with a few cyberattacks. I think my aunt might have been behind one or even a few in her time. But I don’t think the people they speak to about these things are FBI.
“He said he’s going to poke around before he asks anything,” I respond. You don’t want outsiders knowing what you’re looking into if you don’t have to. If you poke, however, you can see what might come out.
Bonte lifts her head. "I mean, if someone is out to get me, does it really matter?"
"What?" I bark, my hold on her tightening.
"I only mean that it's their death wish. They know how my father operates. The school would be too public. Hell, maybe they've given up."
"They don't give up." Her father hasn't either. He's out for more blood.
"Eros, I really want to go back." Bonte keeps pushing me.
"Stay strong, bro," Damon says. "Help is not on its way."
Both Kinsley and Bonte giggle, and I know Bonte will win this round.
Chapter Eighteen
BONTE
Both Eros and Binx are sitting on the bed watching me. I pretend not to notice and click away on my computer to see what assignments I’m behind on. I’d won Eros over, and he’s letting me go back to school.
The letting me part should piss me off, but I’m finding when Eros does something I should get pissed about, I don’t, for the most part. I’m learning that he always has my best interests in mind.
The man may not appear caring, but he is. At least with me, anyway. Over the past few days when we did emerge from his room, I got to see him in action with his family. He’s more quiet and reserved compared to them. I’d actually say he’s the most intense.
When it’s only him and me, he softens more. I don’t think I’m the only one that’s noticed because I’ve caught a few family members observing us. I’ve seen how their brows rise when Eros showed me affection. I can get full conversations out of him instead of his normal straight to the point questions and responses.
It’s rather interesting to see. I’m not sure what to fully make of it, but the truth is, I enjoy that there is a side to this man that is only mine. That, I’m sure, is a huge part of why I think a lot of things with him don’t bother me. Plus, the orgasms are killer.
"Why are your cheeks flushing?" He leans over to get a glimpse of my screen. I check the time, knowing I need to get ready, but when I woke up this morning, it hit me that I should see how behind I really am.
"You think I'm watching porn over here?" I tease, feeling my cheeks warm because I'm thinking about the orgasms he gives me. He’d given me one not even twenty minutes ago. It’s a helluva way to wake up.
“You watch porn?”
“No,” I laugh, shaking my head. “Well, I’ve seen it. I mean, who hasn’t?” Nah, I stick to the dirty books.
“I don’t think I care for that.”
“I can tell from your expression.” I laugh more. Eros’s expressions aren't often expressive. He can easily mask them, but when he does give one here and there, they always make me smile because it’s as if his face has conflicting thoughts, and it shows.
"You only need to look at my dick."
"Got it. I can only see Eros's dick." I shut my laptop. "But what if there is an accident? I could mistakenly walk into the boys’ locker room." Eros actually reels back, and I know that was the wrong thing to say. I'm trying to go back to school. "Not that I ever have!" I'm quick to correct. "On accident, at least." He lunges for me. I try to dodge him by rolling to the other side of the bed, but it's pointless. Before I know it, I'm pinned under him.
"Why did you go into the boys’ locker room?"
"Grant Richardson." His hold tightens. I wrap my legs around him. The only thing I have on at the moment is his shirt. I snagged it off the floor when I grabbed my laptop. My sex presses against his abs. He’s so much bigger than I am.