Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 38381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
I study the man who rocked my world in a single night. He looks the same on the outside, and yet he is colder. There’s something about his voice, the way he’s looking at me, and his posture that makes him appear almost robotic. Most of all, he looks angry. I also think that anger is directed solely at me for some reason. What the fuck?
“Gee, Ghost. That’s such a sweet offer. With lines like that, I’m surprised you can take time to see me. It had to be hard. I can just imagine all the women overcome by your sweet words and falling on you, begging you to award them with just one chance to have a few inches of your mighty sword. It had to be taxing crawling out from under all those eager women just to spare time for little ole’ me.”
I think I see a hint of shock and then full out laughter. It sounds even better than it did the night we were together—which is just another reason to hate him.
“You’re something else, Tiger.”
“Glad I could entertain you. Here’s hoping I don’t see you again,” I mutter, standing up. He has no way of knowing, but that last line wasn’t a swipe at him—not really. It’s a reminder to me that this man has the power to derail me from my goals and I can’t let that happen. I leave my food and drink on the table untouched. I toss some money down and start to walk away. Ghost stops me by reaching out and grabbing my arm.
Shit …
Chapter 7
Ghost
I shouldn’t be here. I know it, but I couldn’t resist. It is as if that one night with this woman has set something loose inside of me and I need to have her again. I’ve rationalized, bargained with myself, thought of using her as a club whore and yet, here I am. When I heard her on the phone and she mentioned retiring, I nearly went insane with the need to pick her up and carry her to my room at the club. Then chain her to my damn bed and demand she never leave. I do not have a good track record when it comes to women. I fell in love with Toi, and she was not mine to have. Hell, truth be told, I did it knowing there was never a shot. Then, I found Millie. With her sweet face and constant care, I truly thought she was the one that was supposed to be mine. There was a spark between us, and I eventually allowed myself to think of her as more. I mean, fuck, if she didn’t truly care, she wouldn’t have been giving me that much attention, devoting her time to me, or leave her fucking job.
I was incredibly wrong, and that’s why the stunt she pulled hurts more than any other. Now, here I am again. My dick hard and jonesing over a woman that I should run the hell away from. I should concentrate on keeping my life calm. Yet here I am. I was ready to leave when she wasn’t at her apartment—only to walk by and see her sitting in the coffee shop, with some kid looking her body up and down while delivering her order. It took everything I had not to barge in and kill the little asshole. Which, by the way, is just another red flag, and a reason why I need to stay away.
“Glad I could entertain you. Here’s hoping I don’t see you again.”
It would seem I’ve pissed her off. If she’s going to be mad at me, she better get in line. I’ve been angry with myself for fucking years. When she starts to walk away, I don’t give my hand permission. It just reaches out and grabs her. My own fucking body betrays me when it comes to this girl.
“We need to talk.”
"Tell me, what is it you want to say?"
I grunt, because I have no idea how to answer that.
She smirks at me. “See? I think we both know you don’t have a damn thing to say to me. You want to fuck me again. At least admit that’s why you’re here.”
I stand up and lean down to whisper in her ear. “Fine. I want to fuck you again.”
“Get in line,” she laughs, but there’s nothing funny in the sound of it. She’s pissed. I probably shouldn’t like that, but this is a sign that she’s not pitying me. Hell, right now she’s staring at me like she would rather have my head on a pike.
“A line? The only man you need to worry about is me.” She tries to jerk out of my hold. I refuse to let her go. She lets out an annoyed breath. “Let me go,” she barks.