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)
“This is what I find fun. I love dancing and having fun this way.”
She knew he hated the artisan market, but that hadn’t stopped him from taking her. It was moments like this when she found it hard to hate him. He was one of the sweetest men she had ever known.
They danced through multiple songs, and she lost herself in his arms. When it came to upbeat ones, Elias was right there, swinging her around the dance floor, and she couldn’t stop laughing. At one point, she didn’t have much choice, and had to go to the bathroom.
He kissed the top of her head, and promised to get them some drinks.
Like always, one of his men stayed with him, and the other escorted her to the bathroom. She cringed as he went straight ahead of the line. She had no idea why there was always one for the ladies’ room. He stood outside while she went in, quickly used the bathroom, and washed her hands. She tried to rush, because she didn’t want to be seen as a bitch for taking her time when several women could have used the bathroom. Next time, she made a mental note to go to Elias’s office, where he had a private bathroom.
Stepping out, she looked across the dance floor, then stopped. Elias was at the bar, with a woman.
The guard at her side was distracted by a woman, and Winnie found herself just staring at the blonde. There was no denying she was beautiful, with an amazing body, and such a serene smile. Men would walk over broken glass for this woman. Winnie just looked and … envied.
Winnie couldn’t quite see Elias’s reaction, but he’d also not sent the woman away. Was this his mistress? His current girlfriend? She had no idea. She was his wife, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have women all over the country to tend to his needs. He was a wealthy man, a scary man, and above all else, a very sexy man.
This was embarrassing. She felt that awful coiling in her gut.
The blonde reached out and put her polished nails on his arm. It was such a tender touch, a familiar one. One maybe only a lover would make?
She looked toward her guard. There was no way she could interrupt them. What if this woman knew who she was and judged her? What if she didn’t … add up … to this woman?
“I’m not feeling well. Can you take me home?” Winnie said.
He went to look in Elias’s direction, but she grabbed his arm. “Please, you can text Elias when we’re gone. I want to go home. I’m feeling a little sick.”
And then, she started to move toward the back door, which meant he would have no choice but to follow her. This way, no one stopped her on the way out, and she could get home.
She wanted to get home and cry, because there was no way she could ever compete with a woman who looked like the blonde. She had it all, as well as the confidence to back it up.
****
“You know, you’re looking a little lonely,” Trish said. “I can help you with that.”
Elias shrugged her hands off him. He had no doubt Trish wasn’t lonely. She had probably already had enough cocks inside her today.
Even though she was head of one of the brothels he owned, she didn’t need to fuck anymore to earn her place, but it didn’t stop her from doing it anyway. Like she had told him on more than one occasion, she loved cock, and was more than happy to help the girls out.
“Enough. Bozo, you got word on him?”
“Yes, one of the guys came in. He had a whole lot of cash, and his mouth was more than happy to run away with him. One of the girls is currently keeping him entertained as we speak. They have been taking turns all day long.”
“He brought that much cash?”
“At first, they were all happy to take his cash, but when he started talking about Bozo, they came and got me. I called you.”
Elias got to his feet and looked toward the bathroom with no sign of Winnie. What was taking her so long?
Just as he was about to leave, his cell phone vibrated. Clicking on the text, he saw one from his guard that had been with Winnie. She wasn’t feeling well, and he had taken her back to the apartment. Now he was pissed. Why had she gone to the guard? Why hadn’t she come to him? He didn’t have time to find the answers to his questions. Leaving the nightclub, he climbed into the back of his car, along with Trish. His own guard took the front seat.
“You know, you’re looking a little stressed, and I know exactly what to do to help you with that,” Trish said.