Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
He should wear one too. That’s only fair, and I don’t think he will protest it.
“You have a few people dying for your attention,” I tell him as I catch something out of the corner of my eye.
“I know. I should do my rounds.”
“You should, and I need to use the restroom.”
“I’ll take you.”
“Paxton, I can use the bathroom on my own.”
“I suppose I’d have to let you go when we got there anyways.” He doesn’t want to let me go. The warmth that only he has the power to fill me with blooms inside of me as he presses a kiss to my lips. “Don’t be long, or I’ll come searching.” He releases his hold on me.
When I enter the bathroom, there are two girls at one of the sinks freshening up their makeup. I turn my attention to the restroom attendant, slipping a few hundred-dollar bills into her hand and nod toward the door.
That’s all she needs to depart. “Ladies,” I call to the other two. “If you don’t mind.” I nod toward the door again. They glance at each other, and I shift my stance, hardening my expression. They both hurry out. I flip the lock on the door behind them.
The second the stall door pulls open, I kick the center of her stomach, sending Nadia stumbling back. That’s harder in heels. A small scream leaves her as she stumbles backward, tripping on her own feet, but I politely grab her before she can fall and slam her against the wall, my hand wrapping around her throat.
“Don’t give me a reason to cut your tongue out,” I tell her before she can try and open those shiny lips of hers. I bring the small blade in my other hand to her cheek.
Nadia’s expression is one of pure terror, her eyes wide. I can smell the fear that bleeds from her. This isn’t only about the disrespect to me over Paxton but also that snide expression over the Marino last name. Such disrespect must be addressed.
“I don’t want to have a problem with you.” I press the blade firmly to her cheek, not enough to break the skin. “But if I need to deal with you, I will.” A whimper leaves her. “I promise you that your mean girl antics won’t work.” I grip her throat tighter. “I’m the most vicious female here. Your husband won’t be able to save you. No one can protect you from me.” I release my hold on her and step back, letting her slide down the wall onto her ass. “I’m glad we cleared the air.”
Nadia coughs, small sobs coming from her, and that’s how I leave her. When I step out of the bathroom, Paxton is there leaning up against the wall, his hands in his pockets, appearing as though he owns this place.
“Have fun?” he asks with a devilish smile.
“A little.” I return it.
“Good. I want another dance.” He pushes off the wall, holding his hand out to me.
I take it, letting him lead me back to the party.
Chapter Fifteen
PAXTON
Each second I’m with Naomi, more of her walls slowly come down for me. It’s happening quicker than I thought it would, but it’s not too surprising. When it comes to her, I don’t have a full grasp on how she might respond, but tonight has shown me that we’re even more suited to each other than I’d thought.
How else could you explain what is happening between us at such a beautifully rapid pace? Our connection is undeniable. That said, although she may be becoming more comfortable with me, I find myself more on edge than ever.
One would think when I got my hands on what I desired most in life, it would help quench that primal need inside of me to have her. Yet I’m finding it’s only worsening. The more I have, the more I want.
“I enjoyed this evening far more than I thought I would,” Naomi says as we draw closer to her suite.
“You said ‘enjoyed’ as if the evening is over.” Naomi pauses in front of her door. I’m going into the room with her one way or another.
That or I’ll plant my ass outside of her door. I need my mouth on her more than I need my next breath. My mouth is already watering at the thought.
“It is not,” she informs me. That beautiful face of hers is as serious as always. I place one hand on the door behind her and the other on her hip.
“You’re letting me in so I can have more of you?”
“How much more?” Her voice softens, her tongue coming out to swipe the bottom of her lip, taunting me. My cock hardens more, knowing I’ve piqued her curiosity.
Naomi doesn’t have a clue how fucking alluring she can be. I’d walk right into a trap even knowing it was filled with only death.