Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 164459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 822(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 822(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Sighing, I stroke her hair, and she groans, still in a deep slumber.
I can’t stay in this bed with her. I’ll end up doing more than stroking her hair. I want to kiss her pouty lips until she wakes up, and when her eyes land on mine, I’d slide between her legs and express my apologies in the best way I know how.
But I can’t.
I promised I wouldn’t touch her tonight, but when she wakes up it will be a brand new day and I will make no promises. Because I have to touch her. I have to feel her. I need her.
I stop rubbing her hair and sit up, pushing out of bed. I grab my black hat and toss on the black T-shirt I wore earlier. When my jeans are buttoned and I have a pair of Nikes on, I grab my room key and cellphone and walk to the door.
I look back and Jenny has tossed herself over again, the comforter pulled up to cover half of her face. I know she won’t be awake anytime soon, so I walk out.
Preach is still standing guard in front of the door. I nod my head at him and he follows me down the hallway. I have to show my face at the damn club. If I don’t, I won’t hear the end of it from Leo.
I’ll stay for an hour, max. After that, I’m out of there.
* * *
“Well, that was a waste of my fucking time,” I mutter, as I jump into the truck.
Preach climbs into the front seat, laughing. “Leo didn’t say anything about it being a strip club.”
“Of course he didn’t, because he knew I wouldn’t have agreed to go.” I shake my head, running a hand through my hair after snatching off my baseball cap.
“Where to now, Mr. Davenport?” Bill asks.
“Back to the hotel.”
Bill nods, and I look at Preach. “Have you seen or heard from Otto and Oscar, Preach?”
He glances sideways. “Nah, I haven’t. You want me to call?”
“No.” Oscar is probably still with Kylie and there is no telling where the hell Otto is now.
I make it back to the Bellagio. When I’m inside I decide to take a seat at the bar. Preach sits at the end of it, not too far away in case something happens. It’s surprisingly empty at the counter.
There are a few people walking the gambling area, but not too many. Most of them are stopping at slot machines or at the poker and black jack tables for one last game.
I order a neat whiskey, and when the bartender hands me my glass, I study it.
I remember seeing Jenny drink that scotch, and it confuses the fuck out of me. The only time I drink whiskey or scotch is so I can catch a quick buzz, maybe numb out the noise I hear in my head. Is this why she drinks it?
What the hell is bothering this girl so much? I don’t get it.
After I’ve ordered my second glass, I hear someone grab the stool beside me. I look up to find a girl with blonde hair. Her eyes are like glass, her smile broad.
“Hi Doomsday.” She grins, and I press my lips to nod.
“Hey.”
“I don’t want to cause a scene. You seem to be taking some time for yourself and I totally understand that. For a moment, I didn’t know if it was you, but I remember that tattoo of the skull on the back of your arm. It looked familiar.” She waves a hand, and then slides a mini poster and a Sharpie my way. On the poster is a picture of me.
It’s a picture from the photo shoot I took exclusively for the Vegas fight. The poster that is all over this fucking city. God, I hate looking at it. I literally look like some kind of beast, and they brightened the color of my eyes by ten, so it looks like they’re glowing.
I look over at Preach. He looks at the girl oddly but I shake my head to let him know I’m good.
“Thanks for not causing a scene,” I say, picking up the Sharpie. I sign the top corner and she beams, taking the poster and the marker back.
“Of course! Thank you for signing. I’m hanging this on my wall as soon as I get back home.”
I smile, and she takes off. I’m surprised she didn’t ask for a picture. Now that would have brought some attention my way. I down my whiskey and the bartender comes back to ask me if I’d like another.
I shake my head, but that’s when I feel a hand clap my shoulder. I spin around, only to find Otto.
“There you fucking are!” His voice is loud. I lower my cap, shaking my head.
“Could you be any fucking louder?”