Total pages in book: 148
Estimated words: 147734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
Not that I want to see him. I left that day with the resolve that I wouldn’t get close to him again.
But did I fight all my goddamn demons not to walk over to him the moment our eyes met? Sure as fuck did.
He looked pissed off, and I eat that energy the fuck up when it comes to him.
But then I realized it was my bad habits rearing their ugly heads, and I had to snuff them out by walking away.
Then why are you looking for him?
Shut the fuck up, me. I’m just sizing up the enemy. You know, for research purposes.
When my father’s distracted, I slip into the hall and release a breath once I’m away from the constant overstimulation.
The wallpaper-covered walls extend before me as I walk down it. Maybe I should look for Alya. Yes, I know I said I’d let her get on with it, but I’m worried about her—
A hand wraps around my nape, and I swing around, reaching for my gun as I’m pulled in one swift movement.
My back hits a wall and I point the gun at the chin of my assaulter, my finger on the trigger, only to be greeted by disapproving pools of hazel and a furrowed brow.
Vaughn.
Well, fuck me sideways.
The place he dragged me into looks like a conference room whose biggest feature is a massive mahogany table lined with padded chairs.
He steps back, creating some distance, while I stand with my arm extended, the gun steady between us.
I try, you know. I really, really fucking try not to check him out. But listen, withdrawals are little sons of bitches, and I’ve been through at least three a day for the past week, opening the chat between us every few hours just to close it again.
Because, contrary to popular belief, aka Cy’s, I actually do have pride, and I won’t go crawling back to Vaughn just because he graced me with his presence.
Well, that resolve is almost impossible to maintain now.
Because fuck all things unholy, no man should be this mouthwatering in a tuxedo.
Vaughn has always looked so well put together, but it’s tenfold worse tonight. Black tux, sharp lapels, that stiff collar hugging his neck where my hand should be—just saying, or suggesting, whatever fits the bill.
His hair’s pushed back neatly, every strand in place. His jaw is carved and tight, and those eyes…hell, those eyes don’t just look—they fucking burn.
His gaze lands on me, steady, unreadable, but there’s a flicker of that tension that always hums in the air whenever we’re in the same place.
God, I hate the bastard.
Doesn’t make me want him any less, though.
This week’s only made me long for him more, not less.
Sue me.
It pisses me off how good he looks. How collected he is. How effortless it is for him to just breathe normally around me. Meanwhile, I’m fighting for my life over here, pretending I’m not boiling with hunger.
His woodsy smell saturates my senses, bringing back memories of his body pressed against mine, his lips wrapped around my cock, his huge, beautiful dick down my throat—
Down, boy.
“I almost pulled the trigger.” I try to sound casual as I lower the gun to my side but don’t hide it. “Can’t call my name like a normal human being?”
“Not sure you would’ve listened, considering you pretended not to see me earlier.”
I narrow my eyes.
What’s with the accusatory tone?
“Hurts like a motherfucker to be ignored, doesn’t it? Welcome to the club.” I start to leave, but he steps in front of me.
So I do it again. This time, he shoves me back against the wall with his forearm against my throat. I swallow a wince as the bruises on my back burst in pain.
Vaughn stares me down with unveiled rage. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going? I’m not done talking.”
“I don’t give a fuck.” I point the gun at his temple. “Move before I spill your goddamn brains.”
“Do it,” he speaks close to my mouth, and a rush of his minty breath licks my skin and spears itself beneath it. “Could you even hurt me, Yulian?”
My whole body’s vibrating with tension, and having his equally tense, taut body flush against mine doesn’t help. “You want to die, motherfucker? Step aside and stop provoking me.”
“Or what?” He tilts his head to the side. “Because we both know you won’t pull that trigger. You like me too much to inflict any harm.”
I draw my hand back and punch him in the chest, making him stumble. “Who the fuck do you think you are that I wouldn’t hurt you? Do I like you? Sure, I did. But I can unlike you just as fast. I change out guys like you in the blink of an eye. You’re not that special.”
Lies, lies, and more fucking lies.
But I’ll be damned if I allow myself to fall under Vaughn’s spell again. He’d devour me alive and leave no crumbs.