Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 164459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 822(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 822(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
I have to try.
I must, for Mitchell’s sake, if not my own.
I can’t let these demons win.
Chapter 31
Jenny
We’re back where my freak-out started—well, sort of.
I walk into Drake’s room, looking around again. Drake steps around me with my suitcase in hand. I watch as he walks towards the king-sized bed on the opposite side of the large penthouse suite.
He places it down in the corner and then turns to eye me. I look back at Preach, whose eyebrows shift up a bit before he spins around and shuts the door.
I know this time, even if I wanted to, I can’t run away. I really won’t have a place to go now. I have no idea where Kylie is, and I can’t keep interrupting her time with Oscar.
They have something budding again.
This is Las Vegas, for Christ’s sake. I can’t keep pulling her away from the endless fun, though I am kind of jealous that she’s enjoying herself so much more than I am.
“You look tired,” Drake says, as he comes closer. His steps are cautious and precise. He looks me over before focusing on my eyes. “You can lay down if you want.”
I raise my chin, looking towards the bed. It looks so damn comfortable, covered with a gold sheets and a fluffy white comforter. Drake extends a hand, his other arm hanging at his side.
“Do you want me to leave? Get you another room?”
I frown. “No. I have a room.”
“So why aren’t you in it?”
I snatch my gaze away and walk around him to sit on the edge of the bed. He turns sideways and I can feel him watching me.
I don’t look his way. Instead, I stare out of the wide window. The city lights are bright, the shuttle running by. I can see the imitation of the Eiffel tower from here.
“Do you have any bourbon or whiskey in that mini fridge?” I point at it with my thumb.
He drops and shakes his head sideways. Sighing, Drake walks in my direction and sits in the chair with the ottoman that’s right across from me.
“Jenny, look at me,” he murmurs.
But I don’t. I continue to look out of the window, running my fingers through my hair.
“Jenny.”
I don’t respond. Instead I turn and look at my red suitcase, as if it’s the most interesting thing in the world right now.
Drake releases an agitated breath and then he pushes out of his chair. I finally look at him and he’s taking off his baseball cap. He kicks his shoes off, pulls his shirt over his head, and then walks around the bed to get to the right side.
I peer back, watching as he moves fluidly, pulling the comforter down. God, that body of his. It never fails to amaze me.
He’s cut and ripped in all the right places. The tattoos only enhance the sex appeal that I am failing miserably to ignore.
He sits down in his jeans and then leans against the headboard. Crossing his ankles, he rests the back of his hands behind his head and then looks over at me.
I can’t be in the same room as him. Good lord, just look at him! Even though I want to pretend I want nothing to do with him, I think I would still find myself touching him during the middle of the night.
“You laying down, or what?”
“No.” I toy with a lock of my hair. “I’ll wait for Kylie to call me.”
He scoffs and I look back. “I think the last thing on Kylie’s mind is you right now, Jenny.”
“She said she was coming.”
“You really think she will? If she’s taking anyone back to her hotel room, it’s Oscar. You know it, too.”
My lips pinch together and I drop my line of sight to my lap. Drake sighs.
“I won’t hurt you, and you know it. Stop pretending I’m some stranger.”
I study the bed, and then how content he is. “I can’t share this bed with you.”
“Who said you’d have to share?” He uncrosses his legs and sits up. “I have a few things to do tonight.”
“So why’d you get undressed?”
“I have to change clothes.” He stands from the bed. I watch him walk to the closet, pulling down an outfit.
I shouldn’t care, but I ask anyway. “Where are you going?”
“A club.”
“A club?”
He glances over his shoulder. “Yes. A club. They’re celebrating the win. They want me to make an appearance.”
“Oh.” I look away.
I hear him step closer. “I don’t have to. I can stay here with you.”
“No—no. You should go. This is your life now, right?” I force a laugh.
He shrugs. “Yeah it’s my life, but I still do whatever the fuck I want. This club thing isn’t mandatory.”
I smile a little. He hangs the outfit on the closet door and then comes back to sit beside me. He smells good. I get a whiff of his cologne and the urge to pull him in closer just to inhale his scent plays tricks with my mind, but I resist.