Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
He had no right to turn me into this. He left halfway through our date and disappeared for a week, then he shows up during my shift and demands a second chance like I owe him. A guy like that doesn’t deserve to occupy so much space inside my head.
I need out. I need alcohol. I need a bad decision, and I have just the bad decision in mind.
My gaze shifts to my camera sitting all alone on my kitchen counter, and my plan is already in motion before I slide my shoes back on, grab my phone, and sling my camera strap over one shoulder. I fly out the door and straight across the hallway to the lonely door that sits at the very end.
Maddox Blake.
Now, I know this is his friend’s place, but what have I got to lose? Maddox is either here or he’s not, and if not . . . I don’t actually know. I’m making it up as I go.
My knuckles rap against the door like I’m here to collect a debt, and I wait three painful seconds before the door finally swings open and my gaze collides with the most infuriating man I have ever met.
Maddox Blake.
Damn, he’s a super snack.
He stands before me in a pair of dark sweats with a white shirt stretched around his strong frame, that dirty blond hair slightly ruffled as though he’d either just run his hands through it or he’d been fast asleep. But judging by the sharpness in his hazel eyes and the way he’s already eating me alive, I doubt my presence is a problem.
A cocky grin slowly stretches across his handsome face, and for just a moment, Hunter Cole is nothing but a figment of my imagination, and honestly, that’s more dangerous than it has any business being.
“Well, shit,” he says, propping his shoulder against the doorframe. “Look who came crawling back for more.”
I roll my eyes so hard that if I were properly paying attention, I’m sure I would have seen my own brain. “That’s not what this is.”
He shakes his head. “Uh-uh. You don’t get to show up here at four in the morning and claim this is gonna be anything different.”
“Maddox,” I warn.
He drops his gaze to my camera and his brow arches. “Shit, Savage. I didn’t take you for that kinda girl, but I’m down if you are.” He opens the door wider as if inviting me in. “Don’t say I never did anything for you.”
I groan and fix him with a hard stare. “You are unbearable, you know that, right?” I say. “I’m not here to make a sex tape with you. Though . . . that does sound kinda fun.”
His brow arches, and he watches me for just a second, creeping closer toward me as his muscles flex. My gaze is drawn back to his chest, reminding me just how good it felt to be pressed against it while he slammed into me over and over again.
“So, if you’re not here to make a sex tape, then what are you doing here? Come to confess that you can’t live without me, that you finally realized we truly are soulmates, or you need help burying a body?”
I grin as my gaze shamelessly continues working its way over his body. “Still deciding.”
“Take all the time you need, Savage.”
I groan. “I think you’re gonna have to come up with a new nickname.”
“No can do.”
Shit.
I gently exhale, trying to remember why I’m here. “You ummm . . . Are you doing anything?”
“Depends,” he says, that rich stare sailing over my face and dropping to my lips as though resisting me is just as hard as I’m finding resisting him. “Is this the part where you admit you haven’t been able to stop thinking about me?”
He’s got me there.
“I, umm . . .”
Something shifts in his stare, and he pushes off the doorframe and steps right into me, his hand snaking around my waist and pulling me in against him. “What’s wrong, Lyra? You don’t strike me as the type to give in this quickly.”
My hand rests against his chest, and I meet his stare before letting out a breath and giving it to him straight. “I need a distraction,” I tell him. “I’m . . . angry. I had a shit night, and I’m two seconds away from responding to a text that I know I should just delete. It’s got me all worked up, and if I’m not careful, I’ll probably commit a felony and get myself arrested.”
Maddox grins. “Now we’re talking.”
I roll my eyes and pull out of his hold, needing just a lick of space. “Take me out. I don’t care where. Just . . . be my distraction.”
There’s a beat of silence between us before Maddox hooks his thumb around and points to himself. “Me?”