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)
The woman gasps as she sits up, her eyes wide as she takes in Tilly behind me. “What the hell are you doing with her?”
“That’s none of your goddamn business,” I growl, raising my voice, suddenly wishing that I’d spent just a little more time learning who the fuck I’d been sinking into all these years. I don’t even recall her fucking name. “Why are you in my house?”
“I came to surprise you,” she says as Tilly steps around to my side, her lips twisted into a deep scowl. “But imagine my surprise finding you with her.”
She talks as though she has some kind of claim over me, and when Tilly releases her hold on my back, I already know what thoughts are rushing through that pretty little mind of hers.
“Holy fucking shit,” Tilly mutters, shaking her head as she steps away from me. “I thought she was just somebody you screwed at the club every now and then. I didn’t realize there was anything more to it.”
“Hellcat, there is nothing more to it. I don’t even know her name.”
Tilly’s eyes widen, surprise brimming in her stare. “Wait. What? How can you not? Izaac said you’d been screwing her for years.”
“Excuse me?” the woman snaps, grabbing her coat and hastily covering up, looking at me as though she’s never been so offended in her life, but none of that matters to me; all that matters is Tilly.
“You asked Izaac about me?” I ask her, completely ignoring the woman.
Tilly smirks and clicks her tongue. “You’re getting off track, Mr. Di Rozé.”
I roll my eyes and let out a sigh. “I’ve told you before, baby. I’m not a good man. She offers herself up to me at the club, and that’s as far as it ever goes. I fuck her and walk away. Just like every other woman I’ve been with at Vixen.”
“And you really don’t know her name?”
“No,” I say, shaking my head. “Her name isn’t worth knowing. It was purely a sexual relationship that came out of proximity, which is very clearly over now. Outside of Vixen, I don’t know a damn thing about her. I can tell you how she likes to be fucked, but that’s about it.”
Her brows furrow, and she subtly shakes her head. “But, that night you first invited me to come, you were sitting with her. You were talking.”
“No, hellcat. She was talking. I was looking at you.”
Tilly’s cheeks flush, and I reach out, pulling her right back in before she can put more distance between us. “Her showing up like this is inappropriate and crossing a line. As far as I’m aware, she shouldn’t even know my address.”
Tilly’s eyes widen, and she glances between me and the woman. “So that?” she says, pointing toward the woman like she’s some kind of disease.
“Is a huge problem,” I finish for her, pulling out my phone and dialing 911 before handing Tilly my phone. “Talk to the cops, report a break-in and have somebody sent out. I’m going to deal with that.”
“Wait. What?” the woman says, her eyes wide. “The police? There’s no need to be hasty.”
Tilly ignores her and presses the phone to her ear as she wanders into my kitchen to speak more freely while also keeping a close eye on the situation. And with that sorted, I focus my attention on the woman.
“What did you think was going to happen here?” I ask, striding toward her and letting her see the menacing part of me that I work hard to keep hidden. “You break into my home and assume I’m going to allow you to spread your legs like the perfect little whore, fuck you, and send you on your way?”
“No, I . . . I just . . . I saw you at the club tonight with her. I was trying to call for you, but you didn’t even look for me, and then you took her to a booth and fucked her with those masked men.”
“And?” I prompt. “How I please her is none of your goddamn business, and it certainly doesn’t give you the right to break into my home.”
She shakes her head, getting hysterical. “I have been asking for something like that for almost three years with you, and you’ve never cared enough to give me what I wanted. I’ve had to seek out other men just to get even the tiniest bit of attention, but this woman—child—comes along, and you give her everything. You give her all of you, fucking her until you’re almost passing out, and then you bring her home. You’ve never let me in like that, and I’m done being nothing to you. It’s time to choose, Caesar,” she says, tightening her coat around her waist as I hear Tilly in the distance, letting the operator know what’s going down here. “I’m not going to hang around, waiting for you to decide that I matter. We have three years behind us, and it’s time to finally see what’s been right in front of your face this whole time. So what’s it going to be? Some dumb, bitch hussy who’s young enough to be your daughter, or me?”