Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Where I came from, you didn’t take help unless you absolutely needed it. Because when it came time to pay back your debt, you had better be fucking ready.
He eyed me for a moment, like he was trying to figure something out. When I arched a single eyebrow at him, he just turned on his heel and started walking towards the stairs. I followed him out of the basement into a hallway. Exquisite paintings hung on the walls, and a soft, burgundy carpet covered the floor.
Whoever Travis was, he was obviously wealthy.
And money made men like him even deadlier . . . because with money came power.
We walked up a spiral staircase and down another hall until he led me into a bedroom that smelled exactly like his shirt.
I quickly took in my surroundings, committing it all to memory—my survival mechanism.
The bedsheets on the bed were black, along with the comforter. It was a huge California King bed that looked extremely comfortable. The bed frame was brown along with the rest of his furniture. He definitely knew how to color code, which strangely pleased me. Things not matching really fucked with me, even if it wasn’t my own space to have any say-so.
“There should be some clothes in the bottom drawer of the dresser,” Travis suddenly spoke up, pointing at one of the dressers near the closet, “that I think will fit you. Lock the bathroom and bedroom door so no one else will try any stupid shit. But because this is my room and my bathroom, I have a key to get in and out,” he warned me.
I nodded in reply. He walked out of the room without another word or glance, shutting the door behind him. I did as he said and locked the bedroom door behind him. Then, I went into the bathroom and shut and locked the door behind me so I could hopefully take a shower in peace.
I sighed in contentment when I took in the bathroom. It was spacious with a marble sink and a huge tub. His shower had shower heads that came from practically all directions. I was already in love with his shower.
The man knew how to live in style.
Though I wanted to enjoy the shower, I knew I was in enemy territory, so I hurriedly did what I needed, keeping my ears peeled for any kind of noise that would signal someone else in the bedroom or the bathroom.
When I stepped out, I wrapped a towel around me. Turning around, I was surprised to find Travis leaning against the doorjamb of the bathroom, a small smirk tilting his lips, his dark eyes running sensually over my body.
How the fuck had I not heard him?
I picked up the nearest thing to me, but he arched an eyebrow at me, standing up straighter and taking a step into the bathroom. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he warned me. “I’m being a decent guy by taking you out of the basement and letting you shower, put on clean clothes, and eat. But test me, Katie, and I’ll lock you back down there.”
I gritted my teeth, glaring at him as I slowly set down the hairbrush I’d been holding. His smirk widened. “You’re hot as fuck, Katie,” he told me softly, his words twisting around my body like a caress.
I rolled my eyes at him, doing my best to appear unaffected all while my pussy clenched. This was wrong—wrong on so many fucking levels. I could not be turned on by the man who was fucking holding me prisoner.
He set a toothbrush on the bathroom counter. “Thought you might need this,” he said in way of explanation.
I nodded at him in thanks. His eyes slowly trailed over me one more time, and then, he smirked again before stepping out of the bathroom.
To say that his heated gaze hadn’t left me breathless would be a lie. That man’s gaze was so heated when he was looking at me, I almost broke out in a sweat. Every part of my body was tingling, desperately wanting him to touch me.
Get a fucking grip, I chastised myself.
Once I was dressed, I brushed my teeth and used the hairbrush on the counter to brush my hair. After, I walked out into the hall, my stomach rumbling. Travis had said he was going to feed me, so there couldn’t be any harm in me going to find the kitchen, right?
I stopped at the bottom of the stairs, the sound of Travis speaking reaching my ears. Staying as quiet as I possibly could, I strained my ears to listen to what was being said.
“We can’t just fucking let her go. You two fucked up—as usual—and now I have to figure out a way to clean up your fucking mess,” I heard Travis say. He abruptly stopped, clearing his throat. “You can come out, Katie.”