Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
It wants him.
Badly.
I hate my body for betraying me.
I shouldn’t want him—not Milo. He is everything I shouldn’t want.
A loud bang comes on the door, and I pull away to see him smirking.
“You taste good, Elizabeth.” He swipes his thumb over his bottom lip, and I try to restrain myself from leaning forward and kissing him again.
Because I want to.
I enjoyed that kiss more than I should have.
Why did it taste and feel so good?
But then the anger and frustration take over again. “How dare you,” I seethe, shaking my head. Stepping past him, I pull open his door to find Letti standing there.
“Take me home, please.” She looks over my shoulder at Milo. “He doesn’t get a say.”
I hear a low chuckle from behind me as Letti nods her head and waves for me to follow her. Everyone watches as I walk out. I glance their way once and don’t look back until we reach her car.
“Are you okay?” Letti asks.
I open the car door and check back to find him standing there under the moonlight.
He’s so beautiful.
Deadly but beautiful.
After a moment, I turn back and scramble into the car, but I don’t look back again.
I’m a bad, bad person.
And Milo Savage is a good, good kisser.
Better than my husband.
But let’s face it… that would not be hard.
Chapter 18
Milo
“That kiss. Fuck my life.”
I’m fucked!
Chapter 19
Lissie
“Please stop me from dreaming of him. He is the villain. Don’t forget that.”
I’m sitting in the coffee shop waiting for Letti to finish her order when someone walks in.
When I look around it’s Cody’s mother who’s walking in and heading straight to our table. She stops when she sees me sitting there.
“Lissie.” She turns to look around. I never really had much to do with Cody’s mother since she always hated me for marrying Cody so young. I’ve seen her only a handful of times over the years.
“I’m afraid I interrupted your coffee, but once I saw you—” She stops as she looks at me. “You don’t come here often.”
“No, I don’t.” Because Cody had all the money, I couldn’t do anything.
“And your health, dear? Better? Cody said you ran off to get better, something about being sick in the head,” Cody’s mother says to me. I sit there, confused. Of course, she speaks to him. And, of course, he wouldn’t mention what a fuckhead he is or what he did.
“It’s a shame, really,” his mother says, and I don’t even bother asking her what she means.
I stand, grabbing my empty purse, as Letti joins us. I turn to Cody’s mother and give her a warm smile. I don’t mean it, but I try not to let my discomfort show. Her eyes narrow slightly, and I feel like I see a flicker of disdain before she forces a polite smile in return.
“It was nice seeing you again. Tell my son to call me when you get home.” She reaches out and grabs hold of my arm. I pull back and rub unconsciously at my wrists where Cody tied me up. They are completely healed now, but just hearing his mother talk of me going home to him has me feeling trapped as sure as I was when I was tied to that damn bed.
“I guess he never told you then.”
“Told me what, dear?”
“That I left him for fucking his whores while he had me tied to his bed.”
She blanches and takes a step back. “What an awful thing to say about my son.”
“No worse than the truth.”
She pats her hair. “I see what Cody meant now. You really are sick in the head.”
I take a step forward. “Just because you are blind to his faults doesn’t mean they aren’t there.”
Letti mumbles something unintelligible, so I glance back at her before she pulls me out of the shop. “Tell that dickhead to also add a bullet to his shopping list, and hopefully he can use it.” I freeze at her words—suicide is a touchy subject to me. She doesn’t immediately realize their impact, but I do.
And it’s not her fault.
“Lissie,” Letti breathes, and then her eyes go wide. “Shit, sorry. I forgot.”
“It’s fine. Thank you for getting me out of that situation.”
“So, that’s Cody’s mother?” she says, changing the subject, and I don’t miss the sarcastic edge in her tone.
“Yep, and I can guarantee she will be calling him right now to tell him she saw me,” I say with an eye roll. “Glad I’ve got that interview today at that bar. What did you say it’s called again? Scars?”
“Yep, and I’m sure you’ll get the job.” She beams at me. “Now, let’s get home and get you dressed.”
“They have the best steak… it’s literally amazing.” Letti passes me the menu as we sit in the bar. It was a great interview, and Letti wanted to stay for food. The manager was wonderful and knew I had no experience, but basically, she brushed that off and told me I could learn since it’s not rocket science.