Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 114467 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114467 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
“Fuck, finally,” Mika says, dumping his blonde and coming over to snatch the bag of pills from her. He takes a couple and then tosses the bag to the guys. I just watch, and it’s almost as if I have left my body. That I’m not really here. One of the girls turns on the radio and the other lowers the light as they start to dance in the middle of the room together. I feel sick, my whole body tingling everywhere. How did this happen to me, how did I allow this to happen to me is more like it. “What color, bro?” Mika asks me, and I just shake my head.
“He wants the coke,” Kevin says, laughing, and then buries his face in the woman’s tits.
The brunette walks over to me, swinging her hips, her tits fake are full and not even moving as she walks. “So, big boy,” she says as her finger moves down my chest, my skin crawls and my stomach burn the bile starting to come up, “where are we doing this line?”
She turns and goes to the counter next to me. Tossing everything aside, she moves the stools leaving in front for the counter empty. She empties a baggie on the counter and then grabs a card out of her bra and cuts a line. I swallow hard, the sound of my heart beating so fast and so loud, I can’t hear anything else. She leans over with a rolled dollar bill in her hand and places it against one nostril. Blocking the other one with her finger, she snorts the whole line, then gets up and wipes her nose. “Fuck,” she says, putting her head back. “It’s so good,” she says, and then she hands me the rolled-up bill. My arm lifts on its own to grab the dollar bill.
I turn to the counter and see the line there waiting for me. The tiny little pieces that look like salt, little, little pieces. The music fades away, the voices fade away, and the only thing I can see is the line in front of me. The only thing I can think of is the rush it’s going to give me.
The door buzzes, and I don’t even notice or care at that moment. The only thing I care or see is that line, waiting for me. “Come on, hurry. I want another hit,” the woman says next to me, and I look at her and then turn to look at the line on the counter, the line right next to my keys. The key chain right next to the line. My eyes again go back and forth from the rolled-up bill in my hand to the cocaine “What the fuck am I doing?” I say to myself as I step back, but then I look at the door that swings open.
My eyes fly to her, standing there as she takes in the whole room. The women in the middle of the room still dancing with Mika. Kevin getting head from the woman, and then Chris who has the woman half naked. Then her eyes come to me, first to my eyes, and then to the counter. The tears in her eyes now falling, and she just turns and walks out.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Zoe
I take in the whole scene in front of me, and I want to throw up. Guys I’ve never seen before but I know are from his old team are scattered around his apartment half naked with women who look like they are paid by the hour. My eyes finally fall on the man who has taken over my life. I see the counter with its white powder on it, and the rolled-up bill in his hand, and I know I’ve lost.
Everything I thought we had was lost in this one second. The tears come, and I don’t stop them. I don’t wipe them away. I do the only thing I can do. I turn and walk away. I walk down the hall to the elevator, and all of a sudden, the purse on my shoulder is too heavy for me and slips down my arm. I’m so focused on getting to the elevator that I don’t notice I’m dragging it. My hand comes up and presses the button once, twice, three times. When the ding finally lets me know that the elevator is here, I walk in and turn to press the lobby button. I look up and see him rushing out and toward the elevator with my name on his lips.
“Zoe,” he says and slips his hand into the doors right before they close, and they open again. “Zoe, please.”
“Get out of the way, Viktor,” I tell him, surprised my voice isn’t cracking.
“It’s not what it looks like,” he starts saying, and I look at him, not knowing anything. I look at him, and I know nothing except that my heart will never beat again the way it should. “I swear I didn’t do anything,” he says, coming into the elevator and grabbing my arms in his hands to turn me to look at him. The elevator doors close, and I start moving. “They came over, and it was just out of control.”