Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 38276 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 191(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38276 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 191(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
“Bridgette looked me up a few years back,” I confess, covering my smile by taking a sip of my drink. Niko’s eyes go wide in shock for a split second.
“And you never thought to mention it?” Niko asks. “Was she looking to rekindle the great love affair of Orchard M. Elementary?”
“Sadly, no. She was looking for a lawyer to defend her in a murder trial,” I tell him nonchalantly.
“Holy shit!”
“Apparently, she didn’t appreciate coming home to find her man in bed with her neighbor’s husband,” I tell him, unable to hide the smirk as I watch Niko wince.
“Ouch,” Niko says, his eyes flicking to the door again.
“Yeah,” I laugh. “On the bright side, Bridgette had nice tits. So, the meeting wasn’t too bad. I had to explain that I only handle corporate law and sent her to one of my colleagues. I might’ve dodged a bullet there.”
“Most likely,” Niko mutters.
I glance around the room to see Emilia walking in. The bombshell of a woman beside her catches my eye.
I let out a low whistle. “Who is that curvy goddess walking in with Emilia?”
Niko looks back towards the entrance and then glares at me. “That’s Zoe Cooper.”
“I may have just found Bridgette’s replacement as the love of my life,” I mutter, unable to take my eyes off her.
“Zoe is not for you. She’s Emilia’s best friend, and you breaking her heart will not help Emilia warm up to me and our pending marriage in the slightest.”
I frown. “I’m not so sure it’s her heart you should worry about.”
I can’t tear my eyes away from the woman walking with my friend’s fiancée. Her luscious curves sway hypnotically as the women make their way over to us. She hasn’t even noticed us yet as she glances around the room. Her fire-red curls bounce with her steps. My fingers itch to run through them. I bet her curls are as soft as her curves. Never have I been so enamored with a woman by just one look.
I can feel eyes cutting into me. I glance at Niko to see that he’s not happy with how I keep staring at Zoe, but I can’t keep my eyes off her.
If staring at her affects me like this, what will she do to me when I get to know her?
And I will get to know her.
I actually plan on learning everything about her—including the way she smells in my bed after I’ve fucked her hard and touched every inch of her body. I shift uncomfortably in my seat, my cock already like granite just from thinking about it. Zoe Cooper is going to be trouble with a capital T.
Chapter 4
Zoe
Glancing around, it’s hard not to compare myself to all the people in this place. I’m not from money, so I usually feel like a duck out of water when I go out with Emilia to this kind of thing. I wouldn’t put myself through this for anyone else—only for my best friend. Even if she isn’t vocal about it, I know she needs me. That sounds boastful, but it’s true. She’s the yin to my yang. We balance each other out and have since day one.
On the surface, the billionaire heiress should have nothing to do with a poor girl from Palatka, Florida. Emilia and I should’ve never met. It was pure happenstance that we did. We both think that fate might’ve stepped in that day. My father saved hers, and it brought together two girls who had nothing in common. We became sisters in every way but blood.
Growing up, my dad had two jobs. During his day job, he was a line cook and at night, he would bus tables. Sometimes, I got to help, but we didn’t see a lot of him. Dad worked hard so we would have clothes, food, and a roof over our heads. Mom began getting sick, which left all of the financial burden on him. As a kid, I didn’t understand, but I do now.
Mr. Korslova stopped into the diner my dad worked at one night with some of his entourage. It wasn’t the type of place he frequented, but it was late at night, and he was in the area. Dad said a piece of bacon went down the wrong way while Korslova was eating. Choking sounds filled the diner and the waitress began yelling. My dad ran out to see what was happening. Dad had to give the man the Heimlich because everyone else just stood watching him gasp for air—his entourage included.
The minute Korslova could breathe, he started offering my dad money. Dad wouldn’t take it, saying that a good deed like that doesn’t need to be paid for. When Korslova kept pressing for what he could do to help my dad out, dad finally explained that he was just trying to take care of his girls—which meant my mother and me. Korslova insisted that we come to his home for a family dinner on Sunday. My dad explained that my mother was terminal and unable to attend, but Korslova insisted that he bring me.