Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 62811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
“What did she say?”
“Oh good, you’re both together,” he says. “I tried calling you first, Tristan, but it went straight to voicemail.”
“Get to the point, Lucian,” Tristan orders.
“Will you relax?” I say under my breath, taking my phone from his hand. “Have you talked to her yet, Lucian?”
“I have, yes,” he says. “It took a hell of a lot of convincing, but she says she agrees to your terms.”
The tension that tightened Tristan’s body to a statue moments ago seems to melt from him instantly. His shoulders sag with relief. His eyes are no longer hard and angry, but filled with determination and mischief. He grins at me and sits back in his seat, satisfied that he got what he wanted.
Honestly? I’m surprised she agreed so quickly.
After the way she freaked out on us, I was sure she wouldn’t come anywhere near us, especially if we took her down to Hell. I guess Tristan was right.
Desperation will make anyone do anything if the reward is enticing enough.
“Okay, great,” I say.
“She’s still here at the club. If you’re going to do this, it needs to be now,” he says. He doesn’t have to tell Tristan twice, as he’s already on his feet and walking out of my office. I keep my eyes on him until he disappears into his office before returning to my conversation.
“We’re on our way. Thanks, Lucian,” I say.
I hang up and shut down my computers for the day, leaving a note with my assistant who’s out to lunch. Excited energy hums through my blood as I grab my phone and keys before meeting Tristan in the lobby. It’s like we can’t get to the club fast enough, my curiosity threatening to suffocate me.
I can’t wait to see the vixen that’s hiding behind the mask.
I grin as I approach Tristan. He’s vibrating with energy too, unable to stay still as he paces back and forth in the open space. “Somebody’s excited,” I tease, only to be met with a grin.
“Told you she’d agree,” he replies. “If she’s desperate enough to sell her virginity to two strangers, then she’ll do anything to recoup the money. It’s not like she can get her virginity back.”
“You’re right,” I agree with a nod. “Well, we’d better head—”
“Ah! Just the two I wanted to see!” a familiar, joyful voice exclaims. Our dad walks in with a huge smile on his face. Tristan and I exchange a glance before focusing back on our father.
“Dad! What are you doing here?” Tristan asks with a raised brow.
“What, is it a crime to visit my sons from time to time?” Dad puts his arms around both of our shoulders. “I tell ya, I’m retired for all of five seconds and my sons want to kick me out of the company I built!”
I smile. “You know we’re always happy to see you, Dad. Just surprised, is all.”
He notices the keys in Tristan’s hand and frowns. “You boys leaving?”
Tristan and I exchange a look before I nod. “Oh yeah,” I start. “We have a meeting with a land developer about a condo site. Trying to get there before Jordan & Sons Realty tries to sink their claws into the listing.”
Dad scoffs. “Those pricks. I swear Malachi and his asshole sons are all snakes.” He waves us off. “Well, go on. I don’t want to hold you up. I only wanted to stop by and say hi to everyone.”
“We’ll let you know how it goes,” Tristan says as he grabs my arm and pulls me toward the door before Dad can say anything else. Once we’re in the parking lot, he lets go of me and pushes out a stream of breath. “Nice save.”
“You know how he feels about the Jordan Family,” I say with a chuckle. “Anything regarding one-upping them, he’s all for it.”
“And I’m ready to one-up this bitch at the club,” Tristan says, pivoting the conversation back to the real topic at hand.
We both get into his car, and Tristan wastes no time getting us on the road to our destination. His entire mood has changed from tense to excited, and I’m too stressed to ask what the hell is bouncing around in his mind right now.
“So what are we doing?” I ask him. “We’re just getting her to take her mask off?”
He looks at me as if I’ve grown another head. “You think I’m paying her nearly a half million just to see her face?” He laughs, but the sound isn’t warm or friendly. It’s cold, menacing, and evil. “We’re going to find out who she is and then we’re going to get our money’s worth.”
The smile he gives me chills me to the bone. If I’m being honest, it actually makes me a little nervous for the woman.
“And I’m going to make sure she knows how to keep her mouth shut when our two hours with her are up.”