Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
“Try me,” I baited.
“You asked for it,” he warned in the same tone he had used earlier. “You grew up spoiled. Probably had everything you ever wanted; provided by mommy and daddy, of course. I’d say you come from money; a lot of money. So, this lifestyle you lead now doesn’t surprise you in the least. You’re not in it for the money or seeing the world, like Ysabelle described it to me. You’re a VIP, because you’re lost. You’re so lost you can’t even see straight. So you play this VIP part exceptionally well, not because you love it… it’s because you hide. I think you’ve been doing that for a very long time. No one knows you…” He stopped walking and grabbed my arm. I looked up at him with a concentrated stare. “Especially you.”
I roughly pulled my arm away and smiled high. Neither one of us said anything for what felt like hours. I couldn’t take the silence any longer, so I turned and walked away from him.
Who the fuck does he think he is?
“Bambi—”
“Brooke!” I yelled, turning around to face him. “Brooke, Devon, my name is Brooke.”
He looked apprehensive and regretful. “Listen… I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to offend you. I thought—”
“You didn’t offend me. Don’t apologize.” I smiled. “You don’t even know me, baby. You can’t hurt someone, unless they let you.”
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I had no idea how we went from flirty banter and sexual tension, to this heated conversation. Her demeanor was strong and confident, but her eyes gave her away… Bambi was indeed fragile and she was hurt by what I said to her. It wasn’t my intention.
“Let’s start over, Bambi,” I said purposely reaching over and pulling the hair out of her face. I desperately wanted to see her hair pulled back and away from her façade. She was like a deer in headlights; like a fawn scared of the world.
But she had a beautiful face, and those penetrating eyes.
She narrowed her eyes at me, contemplating what to do. I could read her internal struggle that she so badly wanted to hide. She didn’t understand what I was doing to her, and that was okay because I didn’t understand it either. All I knew was that I wanted to know her.
To really know her.
I wanted us to learn together.
How absurd is that? I just met her…
It’s as if she could read my mind… And just like that her eyes glazed over and it was gone. She wasn’t Bambi anymore.
She was a VIP.
I looked deep into her piercing blue eyes that hid her dark elusive secrets.
“I know all about hiding,” I murmured so close to her mouth that I could taste her if I wanted to. “I perfected it,” I admitted. I had never shared that with anyone, and I could tell that she knew that.
She didn’t take her stare away from mine, studying me like I was some lab rat on a table. I wanted to read her thoughts and know what she was thinking, but her mind ran rapid. All I could see was chaos and turmoil behind her baby blues.
She grabbed my hand and brought it to her mouth. She ran the tips of my fingers against her pouty red lips; it was the most seductive gesture any woman had ever done to me. Her tongue peeked out and she slowly licked her lips, barely touching my fingers.
She glanced up at me through her eyelashes, and her gaze was sinful. Her eyes were dark blue and dilated; the color changing as fast as her mood.
“You have no idea who you are fucking with, Devon. Are you sure you still want to play?” she whispered.
I blinked and she was gone. She didn’t even give me a chance to reply. She walked in front of me and I followed for a few more blocks.
She didn’t want to hear my answer…
She was scared it was going to be no.
But she was petrified that it was going to be yes.
The guard greeted her with a nod and we took a private elevator to the penthouse floor. The elevator doors opened to a lavish living space that had bay windows all across the back walls of the suite; it overlooked all of South Beach. This place must have cost a fortune. There was white elegant furniture perfectly placed everywhere, and a piano sat in the corner of the room.
She walked toward the bar that was on the other side of the room.
“What’s your poison?” she hollered.
“What do you have?”
“Everything,” she simply stated.
“I’ll take a whiskey neat.”
I looked around the room and although it was classy and refined, it didn’t feel homey. It felt cold and detached. I made my way over to stand in front of the bay window. The view was breathtaking.
It was then that I realized this wasn’t a place to sleep.