Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 104141 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104141 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
"Try!" I demanded. I was so locked in that my head was starting to hurt. As far as I was concerned I wasn’t getting all the details fast enough.
Deja dropped her hands. “He’s different. That’s it. So I’m just. . .checking this out.”
I leaned further over. “And?”
“Nyomi, that’s it.”
“Girl, I feel like I need to know more—”
“That is all you are getting—”
“Oh, come on. I’m on the edge of my seat. This is a bullshit cliffhanger—”
“I am not a book, Ms. Journalist. Mind your business.”
“Okay.” I held up my hands. “Can you at least tell me how he is different?”
"You know how men in New York are. They walk around stomping, talking about how powerful they are, how much money they got, how many people they know. They're loud about it. They got to prove it."
Nika and I nodded.
Tsukiko and Ayame just listened.
"He doesn't say shit." Deja's voice softened. The blush stayed on her cheeks but the giggle quieted. "He doesn't have to. He's just elegant. He's just who he is. And somehow he knows what I want before I say it. Knows how I feel. Knows what I need. Like. . .he’s fucking locked in. He anticipates everything. The way I like to be touched. What I want to drink or eat. When I want to talk and when I want to be quiet. When I just need to be. . .held. . .I don't know how he does it. I don't fucking understand it. But I love it."
Silence.
Then Nika leaned forward and put her chin in her hand. "Cousin. You are sprung."
"I'm not—"
"You are."
"I'm just saying he's a good man."
"You said you fucking love it."
Deja closed her eyes. "I do love it."
"Sprung."
Deja’s eyes snapped open. "I'm not sprung."
"You're wearing white, Deja."
"So?"
"You don’t wear white." Nika gestured at her with both hands. "And now you’re wearing rich-bitch-from-Connecticut white.”
“Girl.” Deja rolled her eyes. “It’s just a color. No big deal.”
“Dude is turning you into a Stepford wife.” Nika shook her head. “You said I could leave this afternoon and go back to New York, but I’m worried for you.”
“I’ll be fine, Nika. You’ve got those babies to check on.”
“You better call me if something gets crazy.” Nika pointed to me. “Make sure you check in with her daily.”
“I will.” I nodded. “So, you’re leaving this afternoon, Nika?”
She checked her watch. “In about three hours. There’s going to be a helicopter that takes me to the private plane. I told them to come with me.”
I tilted my head to the side. “Who?”
Nika pointed to Hiroko’s assistants. “They’ve never been to New York. Japanese dude said they would let the plane sit in New York for a week to let them hang out and then it would bring them back.”
I assumed Japanese dude was Reo.
Ayame grinned. “We’re excited to see America.”
“You both will have tons of fun.” I leaned back in my chair and looked back at Deja. “So. . .he makes you happy?”
“Hey, we barely know each other but for now. . .yes. . .so I’ll see where this goes.” She shrugged. “First time, I don’t like something, I’m gone.”
Tsukiko and Ayame exchanged glances. They knew like I did. . .there was no leaving a Fang.
We were all silent for a minute. Nika just smoked and watched her cousin with shock. I made a note to give Zo his money.
And then out of nowhere, Deja confessed, “I thought he was a virgin. . ."
I went still.
"When we started, Rin had this innocence about him. Like he didn't quite know where to put his hands or where to look or. . .Like he was being careful in a way that wasn't shy, just. . .so fucking careful."
You’re not only his first bad bitch.
My heart warmed.
You’re the first woman he’s had sex with that didn’t have a bag on her face. The first time. . .he’d been able to look at the eyes of the woman beneath him. . .
"And then once he got comfortable. . .he wasn't innocent anymore." Deja's blush deepened. "Whatever he was being careful about, he got over it real fast. That man was not a virgin."
Nika whooped.
I chuckled.
Eventually after several minutes, the conversation shifted to playful memories of the party.
Tsukiko and Ayame had been quiet most of the time, but their shoulders had relaxed as they smoked with us, and I could tell they were comfortable in a way they weren't always comfortable.
When it got quiet again, I looked over at Zo as he slept and thought of my sleeping slave in the cage. “Tsukiko and Ayame, do you have any idea who I could give my slave to?”
Nika scowled. “Slave?”
"My slave. The guy in the leather bodysuit crawling around on the floor."
Nika pointed to the door. “Dude in the cage?”
“Yes. I need someone to take him."
Deja sat up. "Wait, what?"