Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85274 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85274 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
“He’s in full-on stalker mode,” Micah says with a smirk.
“I’m not stalking,” I correct with a glare. “I’m searching for her.”
“You hear that?” Sienna says to whoever is on the phone. “Stalking must run in the family.”
“That better not be my mom you’re talking to,” I hiss. The last thing I need is for her to get it in her head that I’m looking to settle down. The minute I turned thirty she started giving me shit and hasn’t stopped. It’s not that I’m unwilling...I’m not a commitment-phobe like she thinks. I’ve just always been content with my life and haven’t seen any reason to settle down. If someone wants to get married, good for them. If they want to settle down and start a family, that’s great. I’ve just never had the desire...Until now.
Fuck, this is so stupid. I don’t even know what the woman looks like. Under that mask could be a fucking alien for all I know.
But she smells sweet like vanilla and tastes even better. Her lips are soft, and her skin is creamy. And when I’d make her come, she’d release the sexiest moan.
Nope, definitely not an alien.
“I’m not talking to your mom.” Sienna giggles. “Though, they are on their way with the girls, so if you don’t want her to know, make sure you don’t talk about this mystery woman when they’re here.”
“So, if you’re not in love,” Micah says, “why are you searching for her?”
“The woman from Valentine’s Day,” Sienna says to whoever is on the phone.
“Sienna, stop telling people my business,” I bark, which only makes her roll her eyes.
“It’s just my sister,” she says. “Now answer Micah’s question. Why are you searching for this woman? What was her name again?”
“Liz.” Or Kitten, as I called her due to the Venetian cat mask she was wearing. “And I’m searching for her because...” I scrub my hand over my face, fully aware that what I’m about to say is going to sound insane. “Because I think she might be the one.”
“What?” Sienna gasps. “What do you mean the one? Like the woman you want to spend your life with? How could you possibly know that after one night?”
“Micah knew you were the one after only seeing you once,” I point out.
“He’s not wrong.” Micah shrugs.
“Yeah, but you don’t even know what she looks like,” Sienna argues.
“Doesn’t matter,” I tell her. “I know what I felt. When we kissed, when I was inside her...What we experienced runs deeper than looks.” When we were lying in bed between rounds to give our bodies time to recoup, we talked, connected on a deeper level.
“Sometimes it feels like my life isn’t my own,” she whispered in the dark. “But tonight, you gave me back a part of myself.”
I wanted to ask her what happened, but I didn’t want to ruin the moment. So, instead, I pulled her into a kiss, which turned into another round of sex and orgasms.
“Holy shit,” Sienna breathes, snapping me from my thoughts. “You really do have feelings for this woman.”
“I do,” I tell her. “And when I find her, I’m going to make her mine.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
ELLIE
“I’m going to tell him.”
“What?” Raelyn asks, confusion marring her features. “Tell who what?”
I’ve just gotten off the phone with my sister, and I’m in shock. “Lincoln. He’s looking for me...well, the woman from Valentine’s Day. Remember how I told you he asked for my number, wanting to see me again?” She nods. “He’s been looking for her—me. I’m going to tell him I’m her.”
I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that night since I walked out the door, which was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. But I did it. Because despite Lincoln saying he wanted more, I was scared that once he knew it was me, it would ruin everything. And since that night was without a doubt the best night of my life, I couldn’t risk it.
But now, knowing he’s been searching for me at the club for weeks, it’s worth the risk if it means I can be with him again.
“Okay, so let me get this straight,” Raelyn says. “You snuck into a sex club, pretending to be your sister. Convinced Lincoln to have anonymous sex with you. The same guy who you said would never give you the time of day because he’s older and your sister’s brother-in-law. And you’re planning to waltz in there and tell him you’re the one he fucked seven ways to Sunday and is obsessing over and you think he’s just going to be like, ‘Cool, marry me?’ Sure, Ellie, let me know how that goes.”
“Well, when you put it like that, it sounds bad.” I glare at her, ignoring the fact that she might be right. Okay, is probably right. “But you weren’t there,” I argue. “In the room where he made love to me over and over again, worshipping me. Making sure my needs were met and I was satisfied. And you didn’t hear him over the phone. He thinks I’m the one.”