Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 89090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
“You’re disgusting.” The words leave my mouth before I can stop them.
“And about to be stinking fucking rich.” He scoops a generous serving of cocaine out of the baggie, cuts it up into a thick line, then snorts it without the need of a rolled-up bill. “Then this shit will be endless.”
As he dabs up the leftover cocaine with his damp thumb from the table he ate a five-course meal at, his ex-frat buddy yells for him to share the goods.
“Don’t act like you don’t have your own stash, Mikey,” Vasily shouts back, his voice far too loud for how close we’re sitting. “You’re never without snow.” Confident I’ll bark on cue, he drops his eyes to mine, demands me to stay, then makes a beeline for Mikey and a handful of his old fraternity buddies. “It’s like the women in your life, on constant rotation.” His last three words are echoed by the men surrounding Mikey and his backpack full of narcotics.
In under a minute, the black-tie gala merges from quaint and respectful to being on the cusp of disastrous, and the waiters aren’t the only people Vasily tries to drag into the controversy.
Yev is there right along with them.
Vas offers him a line, which I’m proud to announce Yev turns down a second before he arrives at my table. His stance is more protective bodyguard than jealous boyfriend, but it leaves no doubt he is awarding me the trust he issued earlier, not just telling me any faceless promise to have me siding with him.
It makes me so glad I made the decision I did. It was reckless, but the benefits will be endless if the pendulum continues to swing in my favor.
“With festivities dying down, you should go.”
These are the first words Yev has spoken to me in hours, and although they’re brimming with unease, I can’t adhere to them. “I can’t. Vasily said his father will return at some stage tonight. I have to make sure he doesn’t screw this up for us.”
By us, I mean Yev and me, but Yev doesn’t know that.
His jaw spasms along with the vein in his neck.
Even more so when I say, “You can go. I can handle Vas—”
He shakes his head before all my offer leaves my mouth. “You stay, I stay,” he murmurs before sliding in next to me. “That’s our promise.”
It should feel weird being bombarded with a mammoth amount of comfort from something as simple as Yev’s shoulder butting with mine, but it doesn’t. The trust he is awarding me is mammoth, and it has me falling for him even harder than I did seven months ago.
He could yell and cuss at me like Vasily did the majority of our drive to his family’s estate, but he isn’t. He’s supporting me and my right to make my own decisions.
And now I need to support him the same way.
“Are you sure you don’t want some?” Mikey asks, waving an untouched brick of cocaine under Yev’s nose like the scent alone will lure him in. “You won’t find purer shit than this.”
“I’m...” Yev’s reply skips a beat when I pull across his hand hidden by the tablecloth and place it between my legs. My panties are still damp from when I drank him in wearing a suit for the first time, and they didn’t have time to recover before his aftershave put my senses in havoc. “Good… real fucking good.”
Mikey arches a brow. “You are?”
As Yev’s thumb slides across the opening of my pussy, arousing both my clit and my libido, he jerks up his chin. “I’ve got something far better to sample.”
Mikey is as docile as he looks. “What you got, man? Are you gonna share?” He doesn’t give him a chance to answer. As he bites his fist and prances on the spot like a pimp, he says, “That’s where I’ve seen you before.” Yev stiffens but not enough for him to stop stroking my clit through my scant panties. “You did house calls back in the day. That shit you delivered was fucking toxic. I was on my ass for days.” He dumps the brick of coke on the table before ruffling Yev’s slicked-back hair as well as Yev is rustling up my horniness. “Almost didn’t recognize you in a suit with your fancy-schmancy hair.” Once he has Yev’s smooth, sleek look replicating Feo’s style of haircut, he inches back. “I’m tempted, man… real fucking tempted.” He flicks his head to Vasily, who is snorting another line of cocaine. “But I promised I’d keep an eye on him this time. I can’t get that fucked up again.” He holds out his hand in offering to Yev. “Will you keep me in mind for next time?”
Since Yev would have to remove his hand from between my legs to fist bump him, he answers him with a head bob. “For sure.”