Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 67553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Kissed. Me.
And, because I was a fool, I kissed him back.
A throat cleared somewhere behind me, but I didn’t stop from kissing Shasha until he’d stopped.
When I pulled away, I was gasping for breath and staring at him in shock.
His eyes were once again on my lips, and I felt a distinct bulge against my lower half where my legs were dangling.
He had one arm around my ass, one around my back, and he was still holding me so firm I had no hope of getting away unless he wanted me to.
With a change of position, he placed me on my butt in the passenger seat.
I held my breath as he reached over me, buckled my seat belt, and then ran his hand up the length of my thigh before backing away.
He watched me watch him, then reached into his pants and readjusted his hard cock—which I could see incredibly well in those thin, slightly wet with sweat, running shorts.
When he was far enough back, he rounded the Jeep and stopped dead in front of Rupert who I hadn’t realized was still there.
His eyes took him in from top to bottom before saying, “Leave her alone. Don’t go near her. Don’t call her. Stop following her around. Stop going to the places that you know she loves. She doesn’t want you anywhere near her.”
“You don’t get to decide where I go…” he started, but in that instant, Shasha was done.
“You’re wrong,” he said quietly. “I can decide. I did decide. Keep it up, and your job will be gone, too.”
“I doubt that,” Rupert replied smugly.
That’s when Sasha smiled.
“You think that you’re good,” Shasha replied after that terrifying smile fell off his face. “But you’re not.”
My heart was pounding as Shasha moved around Rupert’s body to head for the driver’s side.
He got in, started it up, then expertly drove away, making me realize that the man probably drove a standard better than I did.
He didn’t say a word as he pulled into the parking spot I usually used when I got to school.
He got out, turned, studied my face, then took off running.
The man’s ass in those shorts were divine.
And I wondered if he knew that he’d just taken off with my heart in his pocket.
“Who was that?”
Of course, I would run into Jolessa.
I ignored her and got out, grabbing my stuff from the back without opening the hatch, which then caused the tire to rub against my jeans.
I looked down and, sure enough, I had a black mark from the tire on my jeans.
Luckily, I was wearing dark wash, and you couldn’t tell all that much.
“Brecken, please.”
I turned to her, studied her face, and said, “Do you know what it feels like to get your heart ripped out of your chest, stomped on, and then kicked over the side of a cliff?”
Jolessa stopped, her mouth partially open.
“Because I do,” I explained. “I want you to leave me alone, Jolessa. Stop talking to me. Don’t look at me if you can help it. I have to heal this gaping wound inside of my chest where you used to be. And I can’t do that if I have to worry if you’ll talk to me that day or not.”
“Brecken…”
“No,” I imparted finally. “Not anymore, Jolessa. Not anymore. You don’t get that.”
I left, leaving her shocked face in my wake.
My smile was forced when I sat at my desk for my first class of students.
By the time eighth period rolled around, that smile wasn’t as forced.
Jolessa and Rupert had stayed away.
But I could see Rupert was only doing it because he wanted to act like he was giving me the space I needed.
It wouldn’t last.
I can’t see red flags because I sat too close to the TV as a kid.
—Brecken to Shasha
SHASHA
“Boss.”
I looked up from my paperwork to find Alexi standing in the door.
“I’m back,” he said.
“What did you find?” I asked.
“A whole bunch of nothing,” he admitted. “Did Ivan tell you about the Jeep parked at the house being constructed down the road?”
“Yes,” I said, warmth filling me at the thought of her so close. “Don’t worry about it.”
He frowned. “You’re not worried that there’s a woman sitting in a Jeep, staring at your house, for multiple nights in a row?”
“No,” I said, grinning inwardly at her persistence. “Because I know who she is.”
“Okay…” He shrugged. “And before you ask, Lev’s not found anything either.”
I grumbled something under my breath and leaned back in my chair, my gaze now fully on Alexi.
He was wearing a Metallica t-shirt and jeans. His usual attire.
But he looked…
“Your wife got to you finally?”
“Ex-wife,” he repeated automatically.
I shrugged.
Ex-wife or not, Kira Petrov was once the woman he loved, and Alexi let her stay in his life despite being fully capable of kicking her out of it if he wanted to.