Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Elias was done, and finished the man. Stepping away from the carnage, he looked at the mess he made of the room, and then went to the man’s clothing. There was no identification on him, but there was a cell phone. By some miracle, it was not locked, and he checked through the man’s texts. He was a thief. And it looked like Bozo was looking for him. Someone had sent this man a warning that Bozo was on the warpath, had encountered Elias, and saved Bozo the trouble.
Of all the amazing odds.
Chapter Four
Winnie got up early and made her way into her beauty room, hoping Elias would leave by the time she was ready to have breakfast. She didn’t feel like doing her makeup or hair.
The moment she got back to their apartment, she had cried until she fell asleep. When he arrived at their place, it was after three in the morning. It had woken her up, and she had to wonder if he had been with that blonde woman. Jealousy was an ugly feeling. She didn’t like it.
For a good hour before she fell asleep, she kept telling herself her feelings were wrong, that they were bad. She had to stop feeling this way, because she was Elias’s wife, and he didn’t even have to marry her, but he did. It didn’t stop the ugly feeling of wanting to be more. She wanted to be his wife in full, but she thought he was cheating on her. But was it really cheating if they didn’t have a proper marriage?
She waited until after nine when she knew he would be long gone, before leaving her beauty room. She was dressed in linen shorts and a white tank top. Seeing as she was trying to pass the time, she curled her hair and did some makeup, but not too much. She already felt like she was close to tears.
Emerging from her room, she made her way toward the kitchen, only to find Elias sitting at the dining room table. A single cup of coffee sat on the table. His newspaper was gone, and he looked … distracted. She couldn’t quite read him, so she didn’t know what was going on in his mind.
“Elias,” she said. “I thought you would be working.”
“I know, which is why you waited until now to come out of your beauty room.” He got to his feet and moved closer, perching on the edge of the table. “What’s going on?”
“What?”
“Why did you leave the club last night?”
She felt her cheeks heat, and she hoped the foundation she used hid her blush.
“I … uh, I wasn’t feeling well.” She couldn’t stand his scrutiny, and she made her way into the kitchen in the hope of distracting herself.
There was no way she was going to admit she was jealous. That she had lost count of the number of times she thought about having sex with her husband, only to see he had plenty of women that could give him what he wanted. She was never going to match up to that beautiful blonde. Wife or not, that was all she was—a name.
“You’re lying,” Elias said, and much to her surprise, he followed her into the kitchen.
As she turned to face him, he closed the distance between them. Furthermore, he put his hands either side of the counter, locking her between his hard body and the counter. Unless she pushed against him, there was nowhere for her to go. She was at his mercy.
What should she say? Should she surprise him? She felt her heart start to race as she looked up at him.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Tell me what happened. Did someone stop you at the club? Did someone scare you?”
She frowned. “What? No.”
“Then tell me, otherwise I am going back there to see what you’re lying about.”
Technically, she was lying, but only to save her own feelings. What if he looked over the security footage and saw her watching him? No, there was no way she could let that happen.
“Did you enjoy your date with the blonde?” she asked, hating the words the moment they spilled from her lips.
Jealousy was a horrible feeling. It was even worse voicing it out aloud. She hated feeling like this.
“Blonde?”
“Yeah, the blonde that was waiting for you, who was very familiar. If you wanted to spend time with your girlfriend, you didn’t have to take me along to humiliate me.” She gritted her teeth.
Winnie tried to be strong, but she felt so fucking useless. She had no right to be angry at him, but she couldn’t help it. He was with other women, and this feeling wasn’t going away. He started to laugh, which made it worse.
She clenched her hands into fists. She was not going to punch him, although it would feel good. Elias didn’t deserve her punches.