Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 88536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
I throw my head back and laugh. He’s the complete opposite, but I put on a serious face. “Yes, his penis is very small. Micro even. And he has a tendency to play video games and watches a lot of porn.”
My mother rolls her eyes. “Not a gamer,” she says sarcastically, and I laugh. I love my mother. She is, after all, from whom I got my dry sense of humor.
She scoops soup into two bowls. “Okay, well, let’s eat. And tell me all about this job. I’ve been watching your videos on that app you showed me, and I love it,” she gushes. “You are my favorite thing to watch, though you should show your face. You’re so pretty and intelligent. You should be proud of your work.”
I smile as she places the soup in front of me, and it reminds me of countless years living with her. It had always been just us two. Sitting here, even now, reminds me of that. Because I don’t want her to be alone anymore, and part of me isn’t sure if I want to be alone anymore, either.
That is a terrifying thought because I have no idea why all of a sudden I’m considering something outside of the bubble I’ve chosen to keep myself in for so long. Only recently have I realized I want marriage with the right person and potentially children. But that doesn’t make it any less terrifying.
CHAPTER 37
Will
I’m shouting at Albert through the door. I don’t know how long I’ve been here, but my shoulders are aching.
It suddenly goes eerily quiet, and then I hear a click, and River and Alek waltz in. River’s eyes go wide as he looks at my sorry state, stretched out across the bed, and he throws his head back, laughing.
Alek, however, narrows his eyes. “Why the fuck did you put us down as an emergency contact with your driver? What are you, twelve?”
Albert stands behind them but averts his gaze.
I smirk. “You can’t mock me for it, considering it’s worked out in my favor right now.”
River wipes tears from his eyes. “I have to admit, I didn’t know she had it in her, but I’m impressed. Anya’s going to love this.” He begins laughing all over again, which seems to only infuriate Alek. He turns and heads for the door.
“Wait!” I call out. “At least cut the rope at my legs.”
“Where’s the key?” River asks, not at all fazed by everything that’s on display, because despite my situation, I’m hard by the little game my dangerous vixen has started.
“She took it with her,” I tell them. “But I know you’ve picked harder locks than this.”
River is still laughing as he walks around the bed and pulls out a thin pin. “Out of all the times I’ve had to save your sorry ass, this is my favorite.”
I smirk, equally impressed. “She fucked me up good, didn’t she?”
“You’re not supposed to be so impressed by it.” Alek scoffs, leaning against the doorframe.
“Don’t worry about him,” River says casually as he unlocks the cuffs. I finally feel blood flow to my shoulder again as it drops, and I shake it out. River goes around to the other side. “When he realized your driver was calling from the building Luca owns, he thought you got yourself in some trouble.”
“Aww, Alek, were you willing to fight the Italian mafia for me?” I croon.
“Doubt it.” Crue’s voice creeps in from the entrance as he walks in.
“I was about to suggest he gets better security,” Alek deadpans.
My other hand drops, and I rub at my wrists.
“I heard the screaming from upstairs,” Crue says. “And you woke my son up from a midday nap. Which means he’s going to be awake all night, kicking and screaming.”
My driver pales and steps away from Crue’s lethal edge.
“Sorry for ruining your chances of getting laid tonight, man. It won’t happen again.”
River laughs as he pulls out a knife and cuts the ropes from my ankles. I pick up the towel and cover myself—it fell off when I was struggling to get free. I suppose it’s the least I can do now that I have an audience.
“I’m sorry it took me so long, sir,” Albert says. “She had me drive her to the airport and told me you were sleeping. But when I couldn’t get a hold of you, I began to worry.”
“How long ago was that?” I ask, jumping out of bed and looking for my phone.
“Eight hours ago.”
I whip my head in his direction, smiling like a madman. If she went to the airport, that means she’s most likely not in New York anymore. And if I were Alina Harper, where would I go for a weekend getaway?
I smirk knowingly.
“Sounds like it’d be handy to have a private jet about now,” River jokes as the men begin to leave.