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)
“What?”
“You loved her before she even met her husband, Savage. Tell her you love her,” he says, then walks off.
Elizabeth turns around and faces me, and my gaze follows her as she walks past a few guys who all check her out. I grip the glass tighter and remind myself not to kill anyone for looking at her.
She is beautiful.
Deadly so.
Her white heels click louder the closer she gets to me, and I notice I’m alone.
She stops in front of me, glances at the glass in my hand, and then meets my eyes.
“Do you intend to say hello?” she asks.
“Hello.”
My favorite color has always been the color of her eyes. For a long time, I believed black to be my favorite color—simple, elegant, and powerful. But all that changed the moment I gazed into Elizabeth’s eyes. Their depth and vibrancy caught me off guard and captured me completely. I couldn’t look away and still can’t. It is like her eyes hold the whole world and shimmer with emotions and untold stories. From the day I first glanced into those eyes, there is nothing that can match their beauty.
“You came. I didn’t think I would see you at a function like this. I know this isn’t your scene.” She turns to leave, but I reach for her wrist. Everyone else has been touching her, so I should be able to do the same. Her gaze shoots to my hand on her wrist before it raises her eyes to mine.
I step a little closer, still holding her, and lean down to her ear. I take in her scent—clean, fresh, sweet—before I whisper, “You look beautiful. So much so that I’m hard from a simple look, and I haven’t even touched you yet.”
Lissie sucks in a breath, pulling at her wrist, and I let it go.
“Not that type of touch,” I tell her, stepping back.
Her cheeks flush pink, and I lift the glass, putting it to my lips.
“I have to go and see what Stephanie has planned for the evening, to see if she needs any help,” she manages to say.
“Tell men to stop touching you.”
“No. I’m not yours. It’s not your place to give that kind of order,” she bites out, and that’s when I realize her fire is back.
“But you are, and you know it. You just have to get over the fact that you’re mad at me, Elizabeth.”
“I’m always mad at you, and must you insist on calling me that? You know I prefer Lissie.” I hide my laugh. Her anger toward me is one of my favorite things.
“You may prefer your friends to call you that, but we both know the truth…” He pauses for dramatic effect. “I’m not your fucking friend.” Her brows raise, but she doesn’t say anything back.
No. I am not her friend.
I am fucking way more than that.
“Maybe you should accompany me. If other men touching me bothers you so much,” she challenges.
I set the glass down on the table behind me, then place my hand on the small of her back. “You lead the way.”
She does, and my hand remains on her back as she mingles. A few people go in to hug her, but she makes no move to step away from my touch. Men hold back from touching her, which I’m thankful for, but I am sure it’s recognition of who I am that stops them. And I would hate to kill someone just to have her angry at me again, though I would do it. I don’t care!
“And who is this?” one lady asks.
“This is Milo. Milo, this is my mentor, Amanda, who helped me start a new business.”
“I’m sure it was easy. Elizabeth is very clever,” I say to the lady.
Lissie moves just a little until her body is touching mine. I take that invitation and wrap my arm around her waist, holding her to me.
“It was. My best student so far. You make sure you treat her well. I’d have her back any day of the week,” she says before moving on to another group.
The evening was pleasant, and I met a number of people who I hadn’t seen before, but the time spent with Lissie was a bonus.
Most people have started to leave, and only family and friends are left mingling now. Lissie turns in my arms, her hands sliding up my chest.
“This was nice, you, here.”
“It was only nice because I could touch you.”
“I’m glad you came. I was sick of being touched by other people.” She smirks.
“But my touch?” I squeeze her hip, and she locks her eyes on me.
“Is welcome.”
“Arghhh. Hate to interrupt, but we’re wondering where we can continue the party.”
My men and Stephanie are the only ones left now.
“I have a babysitter tonight, so I plan to get fucked-up,” Stephanie says, and Lissie laughs into my shoulder.