Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
“Fuck the vacation! What’s wrong with my fucking company?” I yell in a panic.
“Huh? Oh, nothing! I was just going to leave you a message to let you know we’re placing a new computer order,” she says, a hint of mirth behind her voice.
“It’s not that much, though. I know you said not to call unless it was above $2000, but the whole order comes up to around $1800, so I just wanted to let you know, since it’s so close to what you asked.”
“O-Oh…” I say, every bit of me still on edge. “Well, what about all the other voicemails? The load of text messages? I’m sorry I haven’t been in contact, I’ll be back as soon as I can to—”
I stop. I realize the line’s completely silent. My phone died.
There’s no way it’s only a computer order that’s gone wrong!
I start digging through every inch of my room looking for the charger, but there’s no sign of it whatsoever.
“Ma’am, is everything alright?” one of the servants pokes his head through the door. “I don’t mean to intrude, but I heard a bit of a ruckus, so I had to make sure of your safety.”
“Uh, yeah, sorry,” I say, sheepishly looking at the mess I’ve made of the room. “Hey, are you able to get me a phone charger? It’s pretty urgent.”
“I’m afraid I can’t, per Killian’s orders,” he says. “He has a few somewhere, but I’m not sure the exact location.”
Everything’s wrong. They’re just holding me here, keeping me from my business, practically holding me hostage!
Do they want it to fail? Do they want me to go crazy? Is this all just a game for them to seduce me?
I push past the man in my door way and stomp my way up to the upper deck. The sun is blinding, and for a moment, I can’t see them at all. Did they leave somehow?
No. As my eyes adjust, I see them all lounging; Killian, Derek, and Xane each have drinks in hand. Spencer is asleep on his chair.
Just seeing them brings a little calm to my mind…but it’s not enough.
This isn’t right anymore.
“I need a helicopter to New York,” I say firmly as they jolt, staring at me, confused. “Now! Please…”
“Is everything okay, Jules?” Spencer asks.
Chapter 31
Julia
“No!” I scream.
What the hell’s wrong with me?
I’m being irrational—but right now, I need to get off this fucking boat and back on dry land. I need to get my head straight, and I can’t do that when all I want is sex. I have never behaved like this in the past.
Why do they have such a hold on me?
Wrapping my arms around myself, I watch out the window at the waves, building and releasing their tension. If it were only that easy in life for all the problems to disappear…
My life’s a mess, and I don’t know how to fix it.
“I have a career, just like all of you do. I need to go back and run things before I have nothing to go back to,” I sigh, knowing that’s not the truth.
My business will be there when I get home, but I suddenly feel the need to run as far away from all four of them as possible.
What’s wrong with me? If you had four men who wanted you entirely, would you leave? It doesn’t make any sense!
Spencer shakes his head, looking like he believes my irrational statements as much as I do.
“Babe, Sweets, what the hell are you uptight about? Come on over here and let us make you feel good. Take the tension off you,” Spencer says.
Maybe that’s what I need. My body stuffed with a cock to knock some sense into me…
No!
I can’t let this get to me right now. I need to get back to my office and make sure that everything is okay. Plus, this will never work between us all.
How can it? One woman and four men. Can you imagine how others would perceive this relationship?
I’ll be branded a complete whore.
Xane rolls his eyes. “So, you want the helicopter to fly you back to New York, right? So you can get your shit together? Because clearly, we haven’t proven to you how much we want you here, right?” Xane says, his voice filled with sarcasm.
How come whenever he talks to me like that, I instantly have my pussy juices boiling inside of me? This shit isn’t healthy. I can’t even think straight when it comes to them.
Of course, they aren’t holding me hostage, and they’ll let me leave, but am I being unreasonable with them?
“Xane, chill out dude. She needs some space, man. You know, to relax,” Spencer says.
Today’s a complete mess. All I want to do right now is check on my business. I can’t be around these four men without wanting a cock in every hole I own—or do they own them now?