Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
It took every bit of self-restraint I possess to stay out of her room last night. I wanted to slip inside and crawl in that bed with her. But I didn't. Instead, I tossed and turned all goddamn night, worried if I went to sleep, her fucking boyfriend would slip inside.
Maybe forcing her and her boyfriend to stay with me was a bad idea. I don't regret it, though. Not when it means having her in my space where I can keep an eye on her. I wish like hell I could have put him somewhere else entirely instead of in a different room, but that would have been too suspicious. At least this way, I can keep him out of her room. I'll just conveniently interrupt anytime he fucking tries to go near her door.
So far, he hasn't. He disappeared not long after they got in yesterday, and was gone again as soon as the sun was up this morning. It's suspicious as fuck. He clearly doesn't give a shit about her, and that pisses me off. She deserves better.
"You look beautiful today, Zoya." It's the truth. Her curly hair is wild around her face, and her cheeks are pink. She's wearing a pair of jeans that hug her thick thighs and a pink blouse that clings to her tits.
"Stop it, Jareth."
"Stop what?" I take another step toward her, smirking when her back hits the wall. "Telling you that you're gorgeous? Imagining your lips on mine again? Thinking you want another taste as badly as I do?" I dip my head, skimming my nose along her crown. She still smells so fucking good. My cock throbs, desperate for relief. For one single taste. "You don't want me to stop, princess."
"Yes, I do," she lies, her voice shaking.
"No, you don't." I bury my face in her throat, unable to resist. "You fucking love that I'm wild about you."
"Jareth," she groans, shoving me away from her. Her eyes flash holy fire at me as she darts out from beneath my arm. "I have a boyfriend."
"You mean the guy who keeps leaving you here with another man?" I cock a brow, my lip curling in disgust. "If that's how he takes care of you, he deserves to lose you, Zoya."
She opens her mouth to say something and then snaps it closed again. I think she might be counting. She looks like she's counting. The only thing missing is the smoke coming out of her ears.
Goddamn, I bet she's going to be a little hellcat when she's finally in my bed. At this point, I don't even care if her little boyfriend hears me fucking my kid into her. I'm that desperate.
"You don't know anything about him, and you don't know anything about me," she finally says. "Whatever game you're playing, just stop. I'm not interested."
"Liar," I whisper. "You're so fucking interested it's killing you."
"Is not. I'm with Connor, Jareth. Connor. Go find someone else to sleep with." She rolls her eyes as she ducks past me. "I'm sure you have a whole roster already lined up anyway. As soon as you get what you want from me, you'll be on to the next."
What the fuck? Is that really what she thinks?
I try to grab her arm, but she sails past me, rushing from the kitchen like she's trying to escape a firing squad. I stomp out behind her, determined to set her straight on a few things…but she's already hauling ass through the front door, leaving me staring after her.
"Son of a bitch," I growl, thumping my forehead against the wall.
Zoya Mikhail is going to be the death of me.
"How are wedding preparations going?" I ask Bastian, marching into his office a little while later. Trystan is stretched out in a chair across from his desk, bitching about something.
They both glance up at me, falling silent.
"What?" Bastian asks.
"Wedding preparations," I growl, pacing toward the window to peer out. My gaze catches on Zoya and her sisters, who are walking through the vineyard with their arms linked, laughing. Their little brother, Maxim, trails behind them like he's keeping a watchful eye on them.
Yet again, Zoya's boyfriend is nowhere in sight. Where the fuck is he? I scan the area, searching for him, but he isn't out there. That shouldn't piss me off, but it does. What kind of man leaves his woman to fend for herself like this?
"Are you even listening to me?" Bastian growls from behind me.
"What?"
A bark of laughter rumbles from Trystan's lips.
"Jesus Christ," Bastian sighs heavily. "First, you practically demand we have the wedding here. Then you show up two days ago, losing your mind over where we're housing everyone. Now, you're in here bugging the fuck out of me again. And yet, you haven't heard a word I said. What is up with you?"