Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“Are you really that dumb? Do you honestly think I am that dumb that I would go back to you?” I wave the knife up and down his body. “You”—I point the knife at him—are boring and so beige that I always thought about killing you, but I stayed because I thought it was the right thing to do. It wasn’t. You sucked in bed. Hell, you sucked out of it. Now, leave and stop stalking me. Don’t go to my auntie’s or anywhere I am. We ended, and I’m remarried.”
“Yeah? So, where is your husband?”
“Here.” A low growl comes from behind him. We both turn at the same time to see a glassy-eyed Reon striding down the hall. When he reaches my door, he pushes Deven easily out of the way and steps inside.
“Him? The one you fucked at our house. Really?” Deven says, shocked.
Reon slams the door in his face and then turns to me. He spots the knife in my hand, takes it from me, and throws it toward the kitchen.
“Miss me, Caterpillar?”
“No,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest.
“You do realize who you’re talking to, right?”
“Yes.”
“Who? And answer correctly, or I’ll spank it out of you.” His words send shivers over me.
“A man,” I say.
His jaw tics, and he shakes his head. “Who?” he asks again, gently grabbing my chin and lifting my face until I’m looking him dead in the eye. “You are talking to your husband… your very rich and powerful husband, who just so happens to have bought you a new car and a new closet full of clothes. Now, move in with me.”
“No,” I categorically state, stepping out of his reach. His touch is magical and will infect me. It will get me to agree to anything Reon wants easily. I have to stay away.
“Who are you talking to?” he asks, advancing on me.
“My fake husband.” I smile. “Or better yet, the man I can make drop to his knees before me.”
“Oh, yes, for you, I’m a begging man. For you, I’m a pleaser. Only for you, Caterpillar,” he croons, then he drops to his knees.
My eyes widen. “How much have you had to drink?”
“Not enough to get you out of my fucking head, that’s for sure.”
“Good,” I reply, then turn on my heel, walk straight into my bedroom, and go to bed.
THIRTY-THREE
REON
“Caterpillar,” I say softly as I step down the hallway, shedding my clothes as I walk.
“Shut up, Reon. I need to shower and sleep.”
“I can help with that,” I offer from her doorway, where I stand completely naked. She shakes her head, her hair falling out of the bun as she pulls out the tie.
“No, you’ve already done that,” she replies as she starts for the bathroom. Pausing at the threshold, she glares at me from over her shoulder. And even with the alcohol running through my blood, I know she’s angry at me.
“Um, Lilith, why is a naked man standing in your doorway?” someone asks from behind me.
I turn to see a lady standing at the door with a bag of food. She walks in and places it on the counter.
“Aunt Linda, this is Reon, my supposed husband.” I look back at her with a smirk.
“I like the sound of that,” I say.
“Of what?” she asks. Pulling a towel off the rack, she wraps it around herself, then grabs another one off a shelf.
“The husband part. I like when you call me that. It’s like you’re talking dirty to me.”
“No, it’s not. Now, cover yourself. You’re naked.”
“I don’t think your boyfriend will like that,” I say, waggling my brows.
“My boyfriend?” Lilith asks, confused.
She laughs when I indicate my very hard cock, which is very interested in being inside of her.
“Did you just call your cock my boyfriend?”
“Yep.” I nod.
“So, then you’re what?”
“I’m your fucking husband. We established this already.”
“So…” the lady in the kitchen, who can more than likely see my bare ass, says.
Lilith sighs and hands me a towel. “Cover yourself. And go take a shower. I can smell the alcohol leaching from your pores.”
“Call it your boyfriend,” I tell her, leaning into her space.
A small smile breaks on her lips. “No. Now, shower.”
She steps past me, while I wrap the towel around my waist and turn around as she walks into the kitchen. Her aunt says something to her in a hushed tone, and both of them look at me.
“I’m not showering unless you join me,” I say, leaning against the doorframe.
“Why are you here anyway? I told you to call like a normal person, yet you came over after I expressly asked you not to.”
“I’m your husband,” I remind her.
She holds up a finger, and her aunt busies herself with the groceries.
“One, did you drug me to make that deal, or did you do something behind my back? Two, I never invited you over.”