Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
It was late by the time I got home from being with a client. He was a partier and we had gone to an underground rave. I had taken some old school ecstasy, not this new shit called Molly; which was way different and didn’t last nearly as long. I was still zooming by the time I got back to my condo. It was near five in the morning, and I had yet to receive my nightly text message. I grew anxious. Nervous. I don’t know what came over me, but I took a shower, changed, and jumped into a cab.
By the time I made it to his bar the last few people were walking out. I didn’t see him when I walked in, so I asked one of his bartenders where he was. He told me he was in the back, in his office. I knocked on his office door and heard him say, “Come in.”
I opened the door and he didn’t look up from his paperwork.
“You didn’t text me good night,” I blurted, the drugs making it easy for me to do so.
His eyebrows rose before he glanced up at me, confused and stunned that I was standing in front of him.
“I didn’t get a text message and I got worried.”
He raised an eyebrow, questioning my appearance. “Are you fucked up?”
I laughed.
“Did you drive here?”
Always the nice guy…
“No, I took a cab.”
“What are you on? And don’t say nothing… your eyes are so dilated I can barely see the blue.”
I shrugged. “I was with a client and he wanted to have a good time, so I had a good time with him. Is that a problem?” I challenged. He was ruining my happy, euphoric state and this wasn’t what I wanted.
“Why are you here?”
“I missed you,” I sincerely stated.
“Is that you or the drugs talking?”
“Me… the drugs just help,” I simply said.
He leaned back in his chair, placing his hand over his mouth and rubbing back and forth, examining me in a way I had never seen before.
“I thought you would be happy to see me,” I added.
“I am. Don’t twist my words.”
“You’re not acting like it.”
“I’ve just had a really shitty night.”
“Is that why you didn’t text me?”
He nodded.
“What happened?”
“Chris—” he hesitated. “My ex-wife, she showed up here and it went from bad to ugly real quick.”
“What did she want?”
“It doesn’t matter. Stop biting your cheek,” he ordered in a voice I hadn’t ever heard before.
See, here’s the thing about ecstasy… it heightens your senses. Touch, sounds, sights, feelings, emotions; you’re wrapped up in them. Not being able to break free, until the chemicals have stopped working their magic. That’s the beauty of the drug, you love everything and anything, and the happiness you feel is addicting.
Devon was different than I had ever seen him before. I could feel it, see it, and even fucking taste it.
“Does she want to get back together with you?” I asked, wanting to know the answer.
“I said it doesn’t matter,” he barked.
I jerked back. “This was a bad idea.” I turned to leave.
“Stop,” he ordered, making me turn to face him again. “Come here.”
I didn’t know what to do; I just stared at him. His hair was disheveled, like he had been pulling at it. His eyes were dark, daunting, and menacing.
“I said come here.”
I took a deep breath and a tentative step in his direction, stopping when I was standing in front of his desk.
“Here. Brooke. Come. Here,” he ordered again in a dominant tone.
He didn’t ever call me by my name; I rounded the corner and stayed perfectly in place in front of him. He narrowed his eyes at my body, taking me in completely. Even the way he admired me was different, nice guy Devon wasn’t here at all. I didn’t recognize this man… not even a little bit.
And that excited me more than anything.
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The second I saw Brooke walk into my office I knew I was fucked. It was the last thing I needed to add to an extremely fucked up night. Christine came by and she was wasted, she had left our son with her parents and had been drinking. She was doing that a lot more lately, and I knew in the past she said alcohol and drugs had been an issue for her.
She said it was my fault… that I had done that to her. She said she still loved me and wanted to make it work. That we had a child and he needed both his parents, she talked about my nightmares and how I needed to get help. I tried to calm her down and reason with her, but it was useless. I was finally able to get her into a cab and called her brother to make sure she got home okay. Landon was a good guy and he knew what his sister was like.