Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 62580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
And I didn’t.
I hadn’t liked drinking since I was a senior in high school and was in the car with friends—who were also drunk.
We’d made it about halfway to our destination when another drunk, this one heading the wrong direction on the highway, plowed into us.
I’d been the only survivor, and to this day, I’d still yet to meet the mysterious stranger that donated blood to save me.
The same man that’d pulled me out of the car right before it burst into flames.
The same man who paid all my hospital bills, and left me all alone, never to know who my gracious stranger was.
“Here you are, miss.” The vamp bartender set my glass down.
I stared at it.
It was a quarter full.
I looked up at him with my brows raised.
“This is one of the mid-price ranged ones, but we don’t serve boxed wine here. This is the cheapest you’ll get, and I only filled it up partially to cut down on the cost.”
I blinked, then sighed.
“Thanks,” I muttered.
The vamp walked away, and Keisha started to laugh next to me.
“You should’ve been more specific,” Keisha said.
I should have.
See, the thing was, I could afford any damn thing I wanted.
I had a good job that I made six figures a year at, and I spent frugally. Meaning I didn’t buy stupid shit, and I didn’t go out to eat unless Keisha dragged me out the door by my hair.
Then again, I didn’t go much of anywhere after six in the evening since the vamps had come out to the world.
At first, everyone had gone into apocalypse mode, but over time, as they saw that the vamps weren’t going to eat them for breakfast, lunch, and dinner—at least no more than they already had been previously—things slowly went back to normal.
However, I was a crime scene tech and saw the worst of the worst when it came to Austin, Texas.
It wasn’t just because of the vampires that I hated going out. It was because of the regular psychos, too.
“Drink your half a glass of wine, and let’s dance,” Keisha ordered from the seat beside me.
I drank my wine like one would a shot, and then set the delicate glass down on the counter before standing up.
“Okay,” I grumbled.
Anything to get away from this bar, and away from the man that was still in my line of sight.
The same man that I saw sucking on the neck of a bottled blonde not even three seconds before.
Something techno came on just as we entered the dance floor, and I started to sway my hips as Keisha backed up to my ass and did her own thing.
I was lost in the feel of the music, completely unaware of my surroundings when I felt someone come up beside me.
At first, I didn’t react.
But the moment the stranger at my side touched my hair, I started to have a minor freak out.
“Hey,” I snapped, jerking my hair away from the man.
He was a vamp.
Fuckin’ a! I’d never seen so many vampires in the same place before!
“Please don’t touch me.” I moved so Keisha was now at my side instead of my back, causing her to become aware of the situation.
Keisha, knowing I was uncomfortable, waved her hand at the man. She never met a stranger.
“Hi!”
The man scowled. “I wasn’t talking to you.”
He turned back to me, and Keisha’s back straightened. “But I… was talking… to you.”
Keisha and I backed up as the man advanced, not stopping until we were physically blocked.
Keisha by the table, and me by falling into someone’s lap.
I turned, ready to apologize, and froze when those wolf blue eyes peered at me through dark lashes.
Constantine Worth.
I was in Constantine Worth’s lap.
Sweet baby Jesus.
CHAPTER 2
What doesn’t kill you gives you bad coping mechanisms and a mean streak.
-Fact of Life
CONSTANTINE
There’s something about her that smells… familiar.
My thoughts had me zeroing in on the woman across the room.
The one dressed in light-washed jeans that were practically painted on, a black t-shirt that said ‘Virginity Rocks’ across the breast, and motorcycle boots.
I presumed it was an old t-shirt with the way it was faded to hell and back.
She looked like she was a man’s wet dream with her long, wavy black hair that came to a stop right above her black sparkly belt.
And I could see just a hint of her black panties, though I couldn’t tell if they were a thong or regular bikini underwear.
No matter what they were, they were teasing the absolute hell out of me.
I watched her walk into the bar and take a seat at the end closest to me.
Watched her wait around nervously for her friend to arrive and watched some more when relief crossed her face at her female friend arriving.
I continued to watch her drink her wine. Watched her friend drag her onto the dance floor.