Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
I watch her go, smirking as her ass shimmies with each step before I decide its time I follow where the bunny wants to lead. It’s what a good wolf would do, right?
As I come into the room, I notice she’s already standing next to her father. My Bunny looks over her shoulder to where I am and spots me straight away. Her lips pucker, and I wonder what she’s thinking when she stares at me. I can make a solid winning bet it’s not the same thing I’m thinking. I smile a sinister smile, which makes her look away.
“I heard you were here. Couldn’t believe it when I was told.” Taking my eyes from her, I turn to see Clinton standing next to me.
“Clinton. Still hanging around the likes of the rich and famous, I see.” The sarcasm dripping from my voice is more than evident by my tone.
“Oh, you know”—he puts a drink to his lips, looks around, then back to me—“trying to win myself a wife.”
I say nothing and turn to look back to check on her. Bunny is now watching Clinton and I interacting with narrowed eyes.
“I almost had that one. Her father was keen for it as well.” Turning my head slightly, I see Clinton looking her way, his eyes hungry as he watches her. “She called it off though, but man, I would like to fuck her again. All that ink with that red hair.” He whistles and it’s fucking annoying.
“She’s about to become my wife, so I’d watch your mouth if I were you.”
His eyes flick from her to me fast. “You wish.”
“If you’ll excuse me…” I step away and then stop. Turning back and keeping my voice low, I say, “You’ll stay away from her, won’t you, Clinton.” It isn’t a question.
“Yes.” It’s one word, but I don’t believe it.
I’d be a fool to believe anything that comes from the filthy mouth of a man like Clinton. I open my phone, find the video I am after, and click send.
Her father wants to marry her off.
And I know the perfect way to help him.
CHAPTER 5
LOTTIE
One year.
One whole year since I have seen that man, but it’s been almost every day since I thought of him.
Whore.
I am not a whore. In fact, I haven’t been with a single person since him. “The nerve of him.” I throw my bag on the floor. “You wouldn’t believe it.” I huff, reaching down to pull my heels off, my aching feet appreciative and waiting for some relief. Give me my flat shoes any day over these damn heels.
“Lottie…”
“Who does he think he is?” Pulling at the heel, I throw it, then reach for the next.
“Lottie…”
“He’s just… so…” Pulling off the next, I throw it with more gusto than probably intended. Then I sit on the floor, cross my legs with my stupid full-length dress still on, and look up at Emma.
“What’s the matter?” She stands in front of me, holding a piece of paper in her hand as she looks down on me. “Who are you talking about?” she asks.
“Whiskey. He was there tonight,” I say, succumbing to the floor and lying down where I sit.
“Oh, my god. You’re in a designer dress. Get it off that floor.”
I stare at the ceiling, not even caring. Normally, I do care about my clothing, even the items I don’t like to wear. But right now, I couldn’t care less. Fuck the dress.
“He was just so…” I pause, opening my eyes to see Emma my best friend staring down at me, her face a mixture of puzzled and entertained. “So devilishly handsome. And he kissed me, it’s still lingering on my lips—his stupid kiss.”
Only it wasn’t stupid, in fact, it was far from stupid. It was everything and more.
“What’s his first name?” Emma asks. I stare at her blankly. Is she not taking any of this in? “Name, Lottie? Tell me his name.”
“Whiskey.” Her face drops, and she sits down on the floor crossing her legs right next to me. “Emma, why do you look like that?”
She pushes the paper she was holding behind her back, then looks up to me with saddened eyes. “Tell me more.”
“What’s that?” I ask, sitting up, reaching for the papers behind her back. She pushes them farther back while shaking her head.
“Nothing. Tell me more about him.”
“You’re acting weird. Just show me.”
“But you seem so happy yet pissed off all at the same time. I’ve never seen you this way about a man.” I can hear the gush in her voice.
“No man has made me this angry.” I reach behind her, but she pushes the papers farther away again. “Hey, let me have that.”
She shakes her head. “No.”
“Emma, let me see.” Her phone dings, and she glances in that direction. So, I quickly reach over and take the papers from behind her back. Before she can pull them away, I’m up and walking with them to the kitchen.