Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 91361 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91361 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
When he reached for my hand and drew me to him, I didn’t even think of resisting. When he tipped my chin, his head lowering, I only closed my eyes, my breath catching as his lips, warm and tender, brushed against mine. My heart skipped one, two – no, there wasn’t any end in sight, with the way it kept skipping.
God, this biker. He just made me fall harder and harder for him.
KELLION HAD AN ACTUAL limousine waiting, and the sight of it made me want to turn tail and run. Kellion acted so normal with me, nothing like the conceited ass most rich guys I knew did, that I could easily pretend to myself he was not rich and famous.
As Kellion walked me towards his car, his numerous fans threw daggers at me with their eyes. If only I could catch one of those and throw it at the guy beside me instead.
Tugging on his sleeve to get him to bend down, I hissed under my breath, “Limo...really?”
“It’s a special occasion,” he whispered back just before turning his head towards me, causing our lips to touch.
Oh!
“Oops.” Kellion sounded sincerely apologetic, which of course meant he was not, and the way his green eyes gleamed told me I was right.
God, this biker. Didn’t he know he was just making more enemies for me? Right now, half of the school’s female population weren’t just glaring daggers. This time, their furious gazes were throwing the equivalent of A-bombs on me, hoping I’d disintegrate into nothing.
When we reached the car, the driver smiled at me in greeting as he opened the door for us. As soon as the door closed, I started kicking him, again and again, and harder when it only had him laughing.
“Stop it.”
Another hard kick.
He laughed. “Ah, terataki. Don’t you know that you make me want you more this way?” Ignoring my struggles, he pulled me onto his lap, forcing my head back down against his chest. My resistance was half-hearted, and already I could feel my body slowly relaxing against him. Being on Kellion’s lap was my favorite place in the world, but it was also a secret I’d take to the grave with me.
“I’ve made reservations at Mario’s,” Kellion murmured over my head. “I thought we should have dinner first. Is that okay?”
I nodded against his chest. Mario’s was a cozy Italian restaurant a few blocks away from uni. Great ambience, but not too fancy that I’d feel uncomfortable.
“How is it working for Helios so far?”
I answered honestly, “Like...working...for...myself.”
Kellion laughed, and I couldn’t stop myself from smiling a little, too. “That grumpy, huh?”
“Yeah.” But I didn’t really mind. Helios was a good boss, and designing for the club was a lot more interesting than serving drinks at la-di-dah parties.
“And classes? You’ve got a trip coming up next week, right?”
“Uh...huh.” Talking was still hard, but I tried to do it more and more when I was alone with him.
“I’m going with you, of course.”
My eyebrows shot up in surprise. He was? Before I could react to that, he had already moved on to another question. Listening to him, answering him, a part of me was reeling at just how much this man knew about my life.
“My lawyer will be handling all correspondence from your parents,” Kellion was saying. “He’ll let you know if there’s something you should be informed about.”
“Thank...you.” It was a responsibility I was glad to get rid of since most of Dan and Amelie’s letters tended to consist of demands that I do something to get them released from prison.
“Your investment portfolio went up by 3.1%, by the way.” Kellion was one of the few people who knew I had given away most of my earnings to fund additional research on ADHD, leaving myself with just enough to pay for college until graduation. He was also one of the few who didn’t think I was crazy for doing it, one of the few whose first question was not why I did it.
“Is...the...profit...enough...for...me...to...buy—-” I paused, going through my mental shopping list for art supplies. “—-new...pens?”
“Depends. How much does it cost?”
“About...$150?”
“You wish,” he said in such a cheerful manner I just had to kick him again. It was hard, since I was on his lap, but I managed. Sometimes, I had a nasty feeling he was praying that I didn’t earn so much from my investments just so he’d have an excuse to buy me stuff.
“Should I buy it for you then?”
I kicked him again. That was my answer.
“So that’s how you want to play it...” As he spoke, I felt Kellion’s fingers moving, my body freezing when I felt him cupping my breast. In a blink of an eye, sexual tension charged the air around us, all of my thoughts centered on where his hand was and what he was touching.