Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
“Fuck, babe. You’re screwed,” he says, buckling his belt as I ungracefully pull my jeans up my legs. Though, I don’t get the impression this guy cares.
I let out a breath. “Don’t I know it.”
“So,” he says, grabbing my shirt and handing it to me. “What do you like to eat?”
My head snaps up, my brows as high as they can possibly go as I gape at this perfect stranger. “Oh, no, no, no. I think you’ve got the wrong idea here. I’m not looking for anything between you and me. You’re a great fuck and all, but I’m not interested in being someone’s girlfriend.”
Zephyr laughs. “Whoa. Slow down, babe. I’m not looking to put a ring on your finger,” he tells me, his words easing something within me. “I just figured if you’re coming back to my place so we can fuck that itch out of your system all night, you’re gonna need some energy.”
Taking a step back, I gaze at this handsome stranger and feel a profound fondness filling my chest. “I think that’s the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me.”
“What can I say?” he chuffs, that cocky smirk returning to his face. “I’m a modern-day poet. My one goal in life is to sweep these bitches right off their feet.”
“I think I just fell in love with you.”
“Get fucked,” he says. “If you’re gonna start talking like that, I’ll have no choice but to bend you over and beat it out of you.”
“Wow,” I say, making a show of fanning myself. “Keep talking like that and I might just let you.”
Zephyr grins and reaches for the lock on the stall door. “Did we just become best friends?”
I grin right back at him, knowing this man is about to be someone I’ll cherish for the rest of my life. “I think we did, now stop being such a sentimental asshat and get me a burger. This girl’s gotta eat.”
5
TILLY
“Holy fucking shit,” I say, gazing up at the huge mansion as Zephyr turns into the driveway. It’s a sprawling French country-style home with a circular driveway coiling around a beautiful water fountain. It’s absolutely stunning, and all I can do is gape in shock. It’s hidden within the hills of LA, only a twenty-minute drive from the college campus, and it’s everything I would love to build for myself one day.
There’s no way this is Zephyr’s house. I mean sure, he’s wearing designer brands, a rolex, and has a luxury sports car, but this house? There’s no way. He doesn’t strike me as the type to live in a home like this. I picture him as more of a penthouse kind of guy that has a revolving door for all his conquests to stride in and out on a rotating roster.
“You like it?” Zephyr says, glancing over at me as he makes his way up the long driveway, one hand on the steering wheel, the other hanging out the open window.
“Like it?” I question. “I love it. This is literally insane. Is it really yours?”
“Sure is.”
A laugh bubbles up my throat as he brings the car to a stop at the top of the driveway. “Do you use this place to try and impress women?”
“Of course,” he says with a scoff, as though I should have known better, and honestly, he’s got me there. I should have.
Pushing out of the car, I glance back at the man who just rocked my world and then fed me the best burger I’ve ever eaten. “Does it work?” I ask, meeting his eye over the top of his car.
Zephyr gives me a blank stare. “The fuck? What kind of stupid question is that? Of course it works,” he says. “Girls wanna fuck just as much as guys do, and if they think they’re bagging a rich dude, they’ll fuck even harder. It’s a win-win situation.”
He locks the car and makes his way around to the oversized front door, and I follow his lead. “You don’t feel used?”
He shrugs. “Sometimes, but what does it matter? It’s not as though I’m not using them right back. If they’re eager enough to get on their knees and suck my dick in the hopes of getting paid, then they’re not worth anything to me anyway, so there’s nothing to feel bad about.”
“Wow. I feel so honored to not have been booted out of the bathroom stall.”
Zephyr rolls his eyes and laughs. “You should. There’s only a select handful of women I’ve invited for round two. You’re one of the special ones, Tilly.”
“Oh my god. I hope you have party hats and streamers inside. I expect a party. Let the world know, I’m one of Zephyr’s special ones!”
“First off, it’s just Zeph. And second, I know you’re trying to fuck with me right now, and because you only just met me, you don’t fully understand just how big of a deal it is to make it as one of my special ones. You’re a top contender, Tilly. And that’s saying a lot because I have extremely high standards. Consider yourself a sexual deviant,” he tells me. “Besides, when my hand closed around your throat, I saw something wild in your eyes, and something tells me I haven’t even scratched the surface of that yet. I wanna find out what makes you scream.”