Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91925 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91925 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
“And why are we hiding this fact?” he says with a frown.
I knew this fight would come back around. I barely got out of it the last time. I’m not too sure he’s going to let it slide this time.
“Knight.” I sigh.
He cups the sides of my face and pecks my lips once, twice, a third time. A shiver moves through me. I fight not to comb my fingers through his hair and pull him in for a full kiss.
“We should tell them.”
I shake my head before he gets the words out. “Maybe we should take a step back.”
A shadow clouds his beautiful features. This will be the fastest I’ve ever called it off, but maybe that’s for the best. It’s been a month since that night in the elevator.
We’ve been seeing a lot of each other. When I’m not working at home, Knight comes to my office to pick me up from work without fail. I spend more time at his place than I do mine.
“Rem,” he says in a warning tone.
“No, it’s for the best.”
“Come on, things—”
He’s cut off by his ringing phone. Once again, that phone is coming to my rescue. I suck in a breath, grateful for the interruption.
Although I felt this coming, I don’t want to have this talk before this party. My mother has been so excited about this get-together. She’ll get to show off her grandbabies.
A pang hits my chest. I wish I had a family that my mother could show off. There’s that clock ticking in the background, telling me I’m running out of time.
Which means I need to make a decision about what I’m doing here. I watch Knight as he talks on his phone and runs a hand through his hair. He checks so many boxes except for the most important one.
I know what I want in a man. That can never be Knight. Yet he keeps drawing me in.
“No, I’ll take care of it. I’ll pick it up on my way,” he says into the phone.
Here I am doing it again. Lost in a man who’s not right for me. I’m only hurting us both. I know we can’t be more.
I turn for my purse and head out while he can’t stop me. His voice is rushed as he tries to end his call and come after me, but my mind is made up. I’m doing the right thing.
Knight
“What’s crawled up your butt?” Lord asks as he takes a seat beside me.
“Nothing,” I mutter and take a sip of my beer.
“Right.” He snorts. He follows my line of sight and snorts again. “What’s that about? You’ve had a thing for her for years. What? She turn you down?”
“Not in the mood.”
I’m in a shit mood. I have been since I watched Rem walk out on me. My blood has been boiling.
I want to choke Prince. He promised Bishop he would pick up the gift he and Saga had custom made for our parents, but some shit came up last minute. Both our and Saga and Reminisce’s moms love throwing parties for this or that.
This is one of those non-special occasions, but Bishop and Saga wanted Mrs. Walden and Mom to have the lockets with the twins’ photos. Bishop’s ass was on my phone pleading with me, while Saga was in the background freaking out.
I was the closest to the jewelry shop. I had to rush to pick them up before the place closed. I got there but at the cost of Rem getting away from me.
“I see that look. You’re about to do something crazy or stupid. Maybe both. Don’t, not today,” Lord warns in that big brother way.
I clench my fist on top of the table. I should be over there standing with her. She looks stunning in that sky blue dress. The thin straps and deep V-neck show off her deep brown skin. Her legs look like they belong wrapped around me.
It was a fight not to coax her back into bed earlier after she put those heels and that dress on. I put on a white dress shirt and a light blue tie to match her. I thought it would be cool for us to match.
That’s how it started or should I say ended. Maybe we should take a step back. I hate it when she says that. Although, in the past, I’ve been willing to go along because I understood. It made sense. Not so much anymore, the lines have blurred.
I tear my eyes away from her to look down at the tablecloth. She’s slipping through my fingers again. Like the rarest sand, refusing to be bottled away.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” I reply to my brother.
“I know you as well as I know my twin. She’s the one you were telling me about. Have you told her how you feel?”