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)
“Is that a camera?” Alek asks as he assesses the device stuck to the wall. I snatch it from the wall with a smile.
“You can leave now, boys. I have to hunt down a little rabbit who thought she caught me in her trap.”
CHAPTER 38
Alina
After lunch, I spent the afternoon with my mother, shopping and buying her a lot of unnecessary stuff. But I feel like that’s what I should do when I have all of this money. She’s supported me my entire life, and it honestly feels nice to be able to spoil her like this. But she’s still refusing most of the items I want to splurge on, so I realize we’ll have to build up to it. After all, the money is just sitting in my account; it’s not like it’s going anywhere anytime soon. Well, not until I decide on where I’ll be setting up an office. I don’t know if I should base it in London or here in America. Maybe both? Should I look at bringing on a team?
It all seems like a lot to think about now, and so I’ve decided to wait until after I finish with Dawson’s shop.
These are the thoughts I’m having as I sit beside the toilet bowl with a tight stomach.
“I told you not to eat the pulled pork taco from the truck,” my mother lectures as she hands me another bottle of water.
I groan. “But they’re usually the best ones. I think I’m done now.” I’d only vomited twice, and other than a tight stomach, I’m feeling a lot better now. If not, simply defeated.
The doorbell rings, and I realize with dread it’s most likely the food we ordered. Which I have no interest in eating right now.
“I’ve already paid for the food, so you should be okay to just grab it,” I call out after my mother as she walks down the stairs. I pull my sorry ass up and begin rinsing out my mouth. Much better now.
Note to self: Do not buying pulled pork from a truck for a while.
“Alina, can you come down here, please,” my mother shouts from the door.
“I’ve already paid for it,” I call back but still lazily make my way down the staircase anyway. When I reach the bottom of the stairs, she steps aside, and that’s when I see him. Will. He’s right in front of her, dressed in a tailored suit with a tie, and his hair done so nicely I wonder where he’s going. He’s wearing a shit-eating grin as I approach.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, rather clipped. I didn’t expect him to find me. Especially not within a day. How did he even get out of his restraints?
“Sorry, I’m late. I was tied up with something else, but I’m here now.”
“How did you even…” I don’t even know why I was about to ask that question, knowing he can track anyone. “And what are you late for exactly?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest. His crystal blue gaze moves to my mother.
“Oh, I’m Angela. It’s so nice to meet you.” My mother holds out her hand, and Will takes it and leans down to kiss her knuckles.
“Pleasure is all mine,” he says, his voice heavy with his English accent. My mother blushes as he drops her hand. He then looks back at me. “There’s an annual function on tonight. Actually, it’s a charity fundraiser. Care to accompany me?”
“She’s free,” Mom chirps, which forces me to give her a major side-eye. I don’t know how he got here so quickly or what he’s up to. But there’s only so much I can elaborate on without my mother realizing that I’d had him tied to the bed when I left at four in the morning.
“I didn’t know you were so local,” I say.
“We’re still learning things about one another, love. I’ve frequented this area quite a few times now.” He lifts his wrist, checks his watch, and smiles. “I don’t want to pressure you with time, but the event starts in one hour. And I believe we made a deal. If I win, I can have whatever I want. And I’d like you to join me for an outing.”
I try not to smile —this asshole.
“Unfortunately, I didn’t bring anything to wear,” I say, pretending to be sad over the fact.
“I figured as much, so I organized a local boutique to organize something.” He steps back, and a lady walks up, holding a garment bag. This fucker is ridiculously efficient. “Take the bag, Alina. Everything should fit; I gave her the measurements myself,” he adds with a charming grin. It goes without saying since his hands have been on every inch of my body, that he’d presume he knows my size. And he’s most likely not wrong.