Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 61532 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61532 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Echo stands, hands up. “You’re always so particular, it’s unlike you not to double-check everything first.”
“He’s mine. He will always be mine.”
Echo nods his head looking down at me. “I get it. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—”
“You did. Now fuck off.”
Echo walks over to where Storm is seated, and I know now it’s time I fucking leave. Falcon and Ariel are on the dance floor with their bodies connected, so I walk down to where they are. Ariel sees me first and smiles, pulling away so she isn’t stuck to Falcon, making him groan as he looks over his shoulder. I pass them an envelope for their engagement and walk away. It’s time I’m gone.
The minute the cold air hits me, I pull my jacket closer and my collar up.
“You don’t like the cold, big man?” a voice comes from behind me. Turning, I see Olympia leaning up against the wall with her phone in hand as she types away.
I glimpse back to the club then to her. “Why are you out here?”
She shrugs her shoulders, not glancing up at me and not answering me either.
“Miss, the cab is going to be another hour. There was an accident and they’re cut off,” security tells her making her look up. She offers a kind smile, her eyes flicking to me before she checks her phone.
“You’re waiting on a cab?” I ask her.
“So it would seem…” She still doesn’t look up.
“Why aren’t you in there? Why leave?”
“I don’t really like people. There’s too many in there.” She giggles softly.
“You do know you work with people and your job is to serve them.” This time she glances up, sliding her phone in the back pocket of her skin-tight black pants while she crosses her arms over her chest and stares at me.
“It’s my job, I play nice but nothing deep with them.”
I nod, reaching for my keys. She doesn’t look away now, and I wonder which one I preferred, the stare or her ignoring me. She’s waiting for me to say something, but I have no words, so I walk past her, smelling vanilla and something else sweet, and head toward my car. Just as I round the corner, I close my eyes and shake my head. Stepping back so I can see her, she’s staring down the road the opposite of where I am so I can fully appreciate the view—the view is one which makes me want to do things, things that I shouldn’t fucking want to do.
“Olympia…”
Her head whips back to me, and I wave for her to come. “I’ll give you a ride.”
She shakes her head. “It’s fine, I’m waiting for a cab.”
“I can give you a ride.”
“What if you’re a serial killer?” she asks in all seriousness.
“I’m not.”
Her hands cross again over her chest, pushing up her tits.
Fuck! I wish she would stop fucking doing that because my eyes track her movements.
“But you could be.”
I groan loud enough for her to hear. “Last chance, Olympia, get in my car.”
She throws her hands up in the air. “Gosh, serial killer, all you had to do was ask nicely.” She dazzles me with a smile as she walks straight past me to my car and waits at the door for me to open it. I do so, and she slides in, shutting the door behind her, and I wonder for a moment if I could kill her without anyone noticing.
Maybe then I could go back to my normal life, instead of picturing every woman I dream about with bright blue hair.
“You don’t talk much, do you?” she asks as she directs me to where she lives, which as it turns out, is pretty close to my place. Ma is watching Charles again tonight and told me to stay out all night, but it’s not something I can do, not yet. I miss him. He’s my constant, and I don’t want to miss anything when it comes to him.
“What do you want to talk about, Olympia?”
“Anything is better than this uncomfortable silence.” She fidgets in her seat.
“Do I make you uncomfortable?” I turn to see her staring at me.
“You make me… unsure.”
“That’s a new one. I’ve heard scared, intimated, turned on, but never unsure.”
“Well, they’re lying to you.” She says it matter-of-factly. I chuckle at her words.
“Hold up, did you just laugh? No fucking way! Did it feel good? Or did it cause an ulcer because it’s so foreign to you?” She’s now completely turned to me. Her legs are up on my seat as she watches me.
“You think you’re so funny.”
“I do what I can.” When I turn to look at her, she winks. “This is me.”
I come to a stop at a place I know costs more than she can afford on what I pay her. She glances at me, seeing if I will ask, but I don’t. “Thanks again, this was—”