Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Silas walked back into the club beside me as the police cruiser left with Eliana handcuffed in the backseat. Blake had been terminated and sent home already. I’d made my point. There would be no other problems for Fawn here. No one was stupid enough to make the same mistake.
“I’ll need to find two new servers,” Silas stated the obvious.
“Yes, you will. Be more selective this time,” I informed him. “And make sure that they are aware any cruelty toward Fawn will end unfavorably for them.”
Silas nodded. “Yes. I will be sure that all the servers are aware of exactly what will happen to them.” He cleared his throat and messed with the bow tie at his neck. He did that when he was nervous. I often made Silas nervous. “Will, uh, Fawn be returning? She didn’t seem sure.”
My hands tightened at my sides. I had that same concern, except for a very different reason.
I wanted Fawn Parker. She wasn’t the whore I’d assumed. I now realized she had thought she was exclusively dating Micah. I wanted to get to know her better. The woman I’d seen, the way she handled things, intrigued me. It was the opposite of what I had expected. The fucking piercings in her nipples, which had been obvious in that sundress she’d changed into, had my dick and curiosity piqued. I was going to see those tits bare. Having her here at the Morii would make it easier for me to get close to her.
I had made mistakes, and she wasn’t a fan of mine. She might even hate me. She was going to take some work, but I had complete faith in my ability to warm her up to me. I wasn’t a man who was told no, yet this woman kept throwing that response at me with no fear. It made my dick so damn hard that it hurt.
I was going to have her. She just wasn’t aware of it yet. Soon, she’d be begging me to fuck her. She’d crave my hands on her. All it would take was one taste of how I could make her body feel, and she’d give me what I wanted. Knowing Micah had touched her infuriated me in ways I didn’t want to think about. I didn’t typically care about a woman’s past relationships, but with Fawn, I found myself wanting to kill every man who had ever been inside her.
“She will be back,” I finally said.
“Yes, sir,” was his only response.
I walked off and left him at the elevator. I had some things to handle before going home. The humiliation and embarrassment on Fawn’s face while watching the security footage had ignited my need for violence that having Eliana arrested hadn’t managed to tamp down. I wasn’t sure how I was going to ease it, but I had some ideas.
Pulling my phone from my pocket, I found the number I needed and dialed it. First, I had to focus some of this pent-up rage on something other than revenge. I had a female to win over. The sooner I got to fuck Fawn Parker, the sooner I could get over this insane pull she had on me.
Nine
Fawn
When I walked into the kitchen the next morning, Gypsi was sitting in the bench that served as our seating for the built-in table. She had a Pop-Tart in her hand and a glass of milk in front of her. She lifted her eyes to mine and smiled.
“You must have gotten paid. I’ve never seen our car so clean,” she said, then took a bite of the Pop-Tart.
I yawned and stared at her, trying to register what she had just said. “Huh?” I replied.
She waved a hand toward the window. “The car. It’s all shiny and clean. I almost didn’t recognize it when I looked outside this morning.”
I walked over to the window and stared out at our thirteen-year-old Honda Civic. Gypsi hadn’t been exaggerating; it was shiny. I stood there, trying to decide if I was thankful for the fact that Garrett had had my car cleaned or annoyed. Maybe a little embarrassed that he’d seen it. I shouldn’t be. That car had served us well. We could hook it up to the back of the camper and pull it when we moved. It was dependable. Sure, it needed some work done, but it was still running.
“How late were you at work last night?” Gypsi asked me.
“Uh, I was home by ten thirty. You were already asleep,” I replied, turning from the window to look back at her. “I had wanted a Netflix-watching buddy.”
She shrugged. “Sorry. I was exhausted. We had been busy at the shop yesterday, and then the walk back did me in.”
I chewed on my bottom lip. I hated that she had to walk home some days with my schedule. If the club wasn’t so far away, I could walk and let her have the car. Maybe I should quit. Get a job where I had hours that coincided with hers. That way, I could drop her off and pick her up. Or I could get a job closer to the camper so she could take the car and I could walk.