Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
The moment my body pressed against his, and he started his bike, my entire being just went…calm.
Like I was exactly where I was always meant to be.
I knew without a doubt that this man would protect me with his life. I knew that he’d take on the world for me. I knew that he was it for me.
That’s when my unhealthy obsession began.
Or maybe, joined his.
Whatever happened, as he drove me the six blocks to my car, I knew that my life would never be the same.
I felt like I was losing my soul’s connection when I got off his bike.
“Are you going to come to CE after this?” I asked hopefully.
Castanon Enterprises was my least favorite place in the world, and the thought of having Dima there felt like a balm on my antsy heart.
“I’ll be there.” He paused. “Do you want me to come in with you?”
I smiled then. “Yes.”
“If I come in with you, I can’t be a ghost to spy, though,” he pointed out.
I opened my mouth to say “I don’t care” but closed it.
Copper might need a ghost…
“Um…” I hesitated. “I guess just head to the conference room, and I’ll introduce you to Copper. Then we can see if he might want to use you there.”
I didn’t bother to ask him why he thought I might need a ghost there.
I knew that CE was fucked up.
I’d been working in that CEO position for years, and I’d been ignoring all the signs because I hadn’t wanted to deal with it.
I was thankful that Copper was finally going to do something about the issues that had surfaced, though.
Maybe I should’ve been a better sister and dug the rot out for him, but I had a feeling I wouldn’t do it as concisely as Copper could.
But with Dima’s help, he might get it done a hell of a lot faster…
With our plans made, I started heading to my car, heading between two large trucks that’d parked on either side of me.
I’d just reached my door when a screech came from out of nowhere.
That screech was followed by Dorie jumping out from behind the truck to my left and throwing herself at Dima.
She threw her arms around him and banded herself around him like a barnacle, determined to prove the point that she can take any man, no matter what.
Or, maybe she’d figured out that Dima had been the reason that her boyfriend had gotten hurt a few nights ago.
I didn’t really know what went through her head in that moment, but if I’d seen a man like Dima, I would’ve run the other way rather than coming toward him. Let alone jumping on his back to prove a point.
Dima reacted before she could even get her legs all the way around him.
With one swift flick of his wrist, she was flying.
She hit the wall behind us with a solid thud, and Dima had to stop himself from going after her a second time.
Dorie stared up at him in stunned silence, her mouth opening and closing like a fish.
I stared at her long enough to realize that she was having a hard time breathing, and not finding it in me to care.
“That was dumb.” I attempted not to snicker as I got into my car. “I’ll see you at CE.”
Dima winked at me, and I knew I’d find him there way before me.
The smile on my face stayed the entire drive there.
It quickly fell off when I was met with the bullshit at the door, though.
Do beavers even know what they’re doing, or do they just see water flow and think, “absolutely not?”
—Text from Dima to Keely
DIMA
Getting down onto my haunches, I stared at the stupid woman.
“Do you need to die to finally understand that you’re not as strong as you think you are?” I asked her. “That was quite dumb, like she said.”
Dorie blinked.
“Don’t come around anymore,” I emphasized. “I don’t want you here.”
With that, I walked back to my bike and hopped on it.
I considered following behind her the entire way, but I wanted to get into the building before she got there to ensure that I could get a good feel for how she was treated there.
I passed her on the hell that was 635, then took a cut-off and zipped through side streets and between traffic before parking in the back lot next to what I knew to be Copper’s truck.
At some point in the last few days, he’d gone and bought it at the first Ford dealership he could find.
It wasn’t fancy.
In fact, it looked more like a basic, non-descript truck that would blend in with everything.
Which was likely his goal.
Moving the bike into the parking spot beside the truck, I maneuvered it so that Keely could get in behind me mostly all the way, then headed into the building.