Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 102942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
“Ummmm. Yes?” I say, playing along as though I’m not directly responsible for the passed-out man currently still inside of her.
“I would never usually ask, but is there any way you could help a girl out?”
“Sorry? How do you mean?”
“I’m kinda . . . shit. This is so embarrassing, but I’m stuck. I think Xaden passed out, maybe. I don’t know, but I’m not exactly in the best position, and it’s really starting to hurt. This delicious chunk of man-meat is heavy as fuck.”
“Oh, yeah,” I laugh. “He does that.”
“What?”
“He has a condition where he passes out when he gets a little too excited. You know, tends to happen right before he comes. It’s a real problem. You’re definitely not the first woman I’ve had to rescue from beneath him. It’s quite the workout. You’re the third this week.”
“WHAT! THIRD?” she gasps. “How many girls is he screwing?”
“Including you? Ummm . . . seven. Maybe eight. And that’s just this month’s roster. You should have seen him last month. It was a revolving door situation. Got a little ugly with those accidental double bookings, but he made the most of them like Xaden always does. He’s not afraid to double up. Though you should probably get yourself checked after this. I saw these weird medications in his bathroom the last time I was over there.”
“What the fuck,” she screeches. “This motherfucker has an STD? BUT HE’S STILL INSIDE ME!”
“Oh shit, yeah. You’re going to want to do something about that.”
“Are you coming or what?” Her voice is all screechy, and it brings me the sweetest joy.
I roll my eyes and grin. “Oh, yeah. Sorry. I forgot.”
I giggle like a freaking moron as I grab a hairpin and skip out of my apartment, stopping in front of Raiden’s door. After fiddling with the hairpin, I slip it into the lock, but the handle twists without resistance. He didn’t even lock his door.
I shake my head. Does this idiot know nothing about self-preservation, or is he simply too cocky to assume he’d ever be in a situation where he’d need to defend himself? Because I’ve got bad news for him: living next to me with an attitude like that, he’s going to have to take a crash course in survival skills, and he’s going to have to do it fast. Right after he wakes from the mini coma I just put him in, of course.
Striding through the apartment, I scurry toward Raiden’s bedroom and barge through the open door. “Oh hey, girl,” I say with a fake chirpiness I save only for the most serious situations before offering her my hand. “I’m Kiara, but you already knew that.”
“Uhhhhh.”
“Oh, right,” I say, being as ditzy as I possibly can before putting on a show as I assess the situation and take in the passed-out lump of sexiness on top of her. “Well, this is interesting. I really don’t know how to do this without hurting him.”
“Hurting him? Bitch, I don’t care. Get this manwhore off me. Who knows what diseases he’s currently giving me.”
“Well . . . If you insist.”
Climbing up onto the bed, I settle myself beside them before quickly scooping up the evidence of my blow dart and wedging my arms between their bodies, doing what I can to really get beneath him. This isn’t going to be easy, but with the redhead’s help, we should be able to move this bastard off her.
“Okay, are you ready?”
“Just do it,” she groans.
“Alright,” I say with a shrug, and without hesitation, I heave with everything I’ve got, lifting the deadweight off her and shoving as hard as I can. The ginormous tree trunk slides out of her as his body rolls right off the bed, dropping heavily to the ground the same way Spikezilla did.
The sweetest satisfaction rumbles through me, and before I can even really take it in, the redhead snaps me out of it as she scrambles off the bed, grabs her dress off the floor, and makes one hell of a run for it.
“Tell him to lose my fucking number,” she calls, her words echoing through to the bedroom just seconds before the heavy slam of the front door fills the small apartment, leaving me grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
I glance down at the hunky man-meat as I stand on his overused mattress, that mouthwatering redwood cock just flopping proudly on his strong thigh. “Checkmate, Raiden Kane. Check-fucking-mate.”
A great pride swirls through my chest, and I jump down from the bed, landing on the ground as softly as a kitten before walking out of his bedroom. Only as I cut back through the kitchen and living room, I pause as I find the key to his sleek Audi RS7.
Well, well. Who am I to ignore a gift horse when it’s looking me right in the eye? Besides, I’ve already taught him one lesson tonight; it would be a true shame to stop there.