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)
“I would find and hire the best fucking lawyers I could just to make sure we win the case. Like you said, he’s not stupid. If he’s smart, he’ll back the fuck off and move on with his life. He’s lucky he’s been given the chance to even do that.” I clasp her face in my hands and her eyes grow watery. She tries to look away, but I refuse. I keep her face tight in my hands, the sincerity running deep in my veins.
“I would do anything for you. Money is only a fucking object—a material thing. It means nothing to me. Not when I have you. I don’t give a damn if his father is some big-time lawyer, I’d find an even bigger one—one that has never lost a case. And that’s only the start of showing you how much I love you.”
She bobs her head, sniffling.
“He won’t come near you again. And if he knows what’s best for him, he won’t call you either. You’ll block him, change your number—all of it. You’ll start from scratch with me. I will show you that things can be better. It will be just the two of us and nothing will get between that.”
Teardrops plummet over her full lips. I stroke them away with the pads of my thumbs, right before leaning in and pressing my lips to hers, soaking up her affections.
She sighs as she sinks into me, our lips meshing, bodies gluing.
“Okay?” I breathe once our mouths have parted.
“Okay,” she whispers, cracking a smile.
“Now let’s get the hell out of here.” I press the down button for the elevator and then grab the clothes she has in hand. “I want to take you to one more place before we leave tomorrow.”
Chapter 40
Jenny
The wind flows through my jumbled curls.
It’s a warm wind, but it feels nice, considering the morning I’ve had.
Drake stands behind me with his arms wrapped around my middle. His chin is resting on my shoulder, his chest pressed to my back, and we are looking ahead at the beauty of Las Vegas as we stand atop the Stratosphere.
“We should come here every year, just to remember how we reunited,” I say.
He laughs. “I could make that happen. There’s always lots to do here.”
I glance over my shoulder. “I still can’t believe we actually found each other again.”
“I’d call it ultimate fate, but most of it was a set-up. Kylie and Oscar dug their little paws into this when they heard. Fortunately, things worked in their favor. I guess I can’t give them all the credit, though. We made the decision to try again.” He turns me around to face him. He plants a kiss on my forehead and heat swirls through my veins. “But about what you were telling me earlier… about your mother?”
I groan, rolling my eyes.
“Yeah, I didn’t forget.” Snarky beast.
“I thought you would.” I tuck a lock of hair behind my ear.
“Well, I didn’t. I was serious, Jenny. I wasn’t a fan of your mother, but you have to remember she’s the only one you have. You can’t get another one.”
I look away, focusing on the passing cars. “I don’t want to talk to her. She’s a manipulator. God only knows what that woman really wants.”
“You aren’t curious? ‘Cause I’m not going to lie and say I’m not.” I look up and he has a crooked smile on display.
“I am, but I really don’t want to go back. She fired Sue. She was our housekeeper, yes, but she was also my friend. I don’t know why she was fired, but I don’t think it was fair.”
He gives me an exasperated look. “You never even went back, Jenny. How was that fair to Sue?”
I shrug and wave a hand. “That doesn’t matter. I finally got away from my parents and Fox River and I don’t see the point in going back. Especially with all of the bad shit that happened there.”
“I understand.” He holds my shoulders.
“Besides, how can you talk? What about Flex? I know you hate his guts, but he’s still your dad and you should try and find some peace with him. He could have changed.”
He yanks his hand away from me instantly, folding his arms and focusing on something behind me. “I highly doubt he’s changed.”
“How would you know if you never talk to him?”
“I just know.”
“But what if he has…?”
“Jenny,” he groans.
“What?” I hold my hands out with a laugh. “I’m just saying. You’re pressuring me about my mom when you don’t even have your own closet clear of skeletons.”
His green eyes shift down to mine. “He isn’t worthy of my presence.”
“What, are you some sort of king now?” I tease. “Maybe this fame has gotten through your thick skull.”
He chokes on a laugh, dropping and shaking his head. As he looks down, his eyelashes touch his sharp cheekbones. He’s so adorable when he smiles. Like, genuinely smiles.