Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76810 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76810 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
And I’ll be damned before I let another man put a price on me again.
Thirteen
Sophie
Past
The number of times I’ve lied to my mom I can count on one hand.
Fresh red roses—two dozen of them—perfume the darkened hotel suite we share tonight. In the corner, my boyfriend, Nolan, uncorks a bottle of wine. The curtains are pulled wide behind him, city lights twinkling like something out of a fairytale.
Tonight’s the night.
My mom thinks I’m staying the night at Stacia Hendricks’ house.
She also doesn’t know I’ve been seeing Nolan every weekend for the past two months—or that I quit my job at the café.
Three weeks ago, we found out she’s officially in remission, and she’s been slowly gaining back her strength and energy. But there are good days and bad. And when she’s not caring for Emmeline, she’s sleeping or zoned out in front of the TV.
She’s yet to notice I haven’t come home smelling like French fries and salad dressing—or that the bills that normally pile high on the kitchen table are dwindling one by one as I secretly pay them off.
I don’t think she’d understand this arrangement we have—nor would she understand how much I want to be with him.
“For you.” Nolan hands me a stemless glass filled halfway with white wine. “Shall we toast?”
My stomach flips. We’ve fooled around in his car several times, but we’ve never gotten carried away. He knows I’m a virgin and he knows I want my first time to be special. It’s why he rented this penthouse suite, the highest one in all of Chicago.
In this moment, I’m not wandering the halls of Stillwell High, backpack slung over one shoulder as I count the hours until the final bell. I’m not worrying about my chemistry test or when I’ll have time to write that essay for College Prep Composition.
I’m a woman on the verge of something bigger than she ever imagined.
Nolan taps his glass against mine, his full mouth curving into a smile. “To the best night of our lives.”
My head whirs with anticipation before my lips so much as touch a drop of alcohol. Am I drunk with lust? With want? I don’t know. Heat burns between my legs. My underwear grows wetter by the second.
I take a sip, my gaze locked on him. The wine isn’t as sweet as I expected. And it’s not bubbly like the champagne was. Still, it makes me feel grown.
Gentle and patient, he takes my glass and places it aside, along with his.
The whites of his eyes shine in the dark and the lights of the city envelop his shadowed figure. When he returns, his hand moves to my hip and he steers me closer, until my body is flush against his.
Nolan tips my chin until our faces are perfectly angled, and in an instant, his mouth is on mine.
He takes his time, lifting his hand to cup my cheek as our tongues dance. He devours me soft and slow, savoring every endless second. We exchange the taste of semi-sweet alcohol and the heat of our clothed bodies.
Stumbling backward, we collapse on the oversized bed, the plush bedding catching our fall. Together we sink, still connected at the lips. He tugs the hem of my skirt to my upper thighs before trailing his fingertips down the inside of my left leg.
His hardness presses between my legs, through his suit pants, through my wet panties. My legs wrap around his hips. I’m pinned beneath him yet somehow I’m light as a feather. Lifting my hands to his neck, I run my fingers through his silky dark hair as he grinds against me.
Fire blankets my skin, followed with goose bumps as he abandons my mouth and trails kisses down my neck.
He makes his way to the tops of my thighs before working his way closer to my sex. Shoving the damp fabric aside, his tongue is warm against my flesh, and I squirm each time he tastes me. My body sinks deeper into the mattress, melting into a puddle with each touch, as I stare at the ceiling above.
Nolan slides my dress over my head before tossing it aside. A second later, the metallic clink of his belt fills the silent hotel suite.
I’ve never wanted anything—or anyone—like this in my life.
His toast plays in my head … to the best night of our lives.
I can only hope it’s the first of many to come.
Fourteen
Trey
Present
According to our employee badge location system, Sophie is currently in the fourth floor break room of the north building, which is interesting given the fact that she has no business being in that section of our corporate campus at all …
She’s literally going out of her way to avoid me.
Mona delivers my lunch precisely at noon, but instead of devouring it between emails and text messages, I decide to take my organic salad and make a beeline to the north building.