Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 59767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
I look at him like he’s crazy and honestly, at this point, I think he is. “Can you even hear yourself? Do the women you’ve had in your life actually feel sexy when the man they want offers to share her with someone else?”
He scrubs his face, and I get a sick feeling in my stomach that somehow radiates to my heart. “My life is all about my club, sweetheart. Sharing women is fairly normal when it comes to the club girls.”
“You … Have you?” I can’t get my question out, but I see the answer on his face. “Oh God, I think I’m going to be sick,” I mumble, pulling away from him again. I don’t want to be near him. I can’t handle that right now. I barely make it a few steps before he’s grabbing me again.
“You can’t judge me from my past, Georgie, baby. I understand why you want to, but you can’t. I’ve never felt like I do when it comes to you. Nothing in my past matters. Fuck, baby, you’re all that matters to me.” I try to pull away from him, but his hold is strong and uncompromising. I finally give up and all but sob in his arms. “I know I fucked this all up, but Jesus, I’ve never had these feelings before. I’m trying to navigate it, but you have to understand this is all new to me, too. I asked with the best of intentions. Once he told you how beautiful you were, I was going to tell him to fuck off and never look at my woman again, but he kept staring at your tits and legs and I mostly wanted to kill him. I think it’s safe to say I’m not sane when it comes to you, sweetheart. I’m just not.”
I turn in his arms, mostly because he refuses to let me go. “You can’t say that. It’s only been one day,” I whine, because his words would mean the world. If I believed them.
“It doesn’t matter how long it’s been. I know nothing is going to change.”
“You hurt me, Griffin.”
His eyes close and he leans his head down to press against my forehead. “I’m so sorry. I promise I’ll be more careful from here out. I may still fuck up, but I’ll never pull this shit again. I don’t want another man around you. I want you with me—just you.”
“I think you can understand why I doubt that, Griffin.”
“I do, but I’m begging you to give me another chance. I’ll make sure that you never regret it.”
“I want to go home,” I tell him, not willing to give him an answer.
“Let’s get back to my bike. I’ll take care of you,” he promises. I shouldn’t, but I nod my head yes. It’s weak of me, I know it. It’s just that right now, I’m upset and even though he’s the reason, being in his arms makes me feel better.
It just does …
12 GRIFTER
I kick my ass all the way back to my bike. The only thing keeping me from completely losing it is the fact that Georgia is my arms. I’ve fucked up tonight so damn bad that even I can’t believe it. I don’t understand the emotions that this woman brings out of me. I wanted to prove to her that she’s gorgeous and someone any man would want to lay claim to. The minute I go about trying to prove it, I want to kill the asshole. I’m so possessive of Georgia that if I’m fucking honest, it kind of scares me. I’ve never been like this. The emotions that come out of me when I watched another man look at Georgia were violent as hell. The worst thing about it is the way I’ve hurt my woman. I have to make it up to her but fuck me if I know how.
“I promise you, Georgia, this wasn’t how I planned the night. Tonight was supposed to be all about getting to know you and making you feel like the most important woman in the world to me because that’s exactly what you are.”
“You kind of missed the mark,” she says with a forlorn sounding sigh.
“I know, but if you think about it, you at least know that being with me is never boring.”
She shakes her head. “No—just heart wrenching.”
“Would you allow me to start the night over?” I ask, hoping with everything in me that she says yes.
“It’s late and honestly, I’m worn out.”
“That’s fair and I understand, but will you at least give me one dance?”
She blinked, looking at me wide-eyed. “Dance? Here?”
“Yes. Here. With me.”
“There’s no music,” she says, looking around.
I reach over and turn my bike on and then start the music. Instantly, the beginning strands of Georgia On My Mind, by Ray Charles fills the air around us. She looks up at me in shock.