Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 83800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
"Are you okay now?" Twisted asks, stepping in front of me and filling my line of sight.
"I'm fine," I assure him, taking a step back to put some distance between the two of us.
I've dated a lot of men, and I've been flirted with by countless more. I know Twisted has some kind of interest in me, and I wager that it's more than him being concerned for my well-being. I don't want to give the guy the wrong idea or let some kind of hope form that something could happen between us. That would make my stay here with Kaylee even messier than it already is.
"You're sure?" he asks, his hand coming out and resting on my forearm.
I give him a quick dip of my head before I take a step back. His hand lingers in the air for a few awkward moments before he lowers it back down. Much to his credit, when I look into his eyes, he doesn't look disappointed or mad with unfulfilled expectations. He might be the most mature man I've ever met, which makes me want to reevaluate the men I've been surrounding myself with my entire life.
"I know they aren't the same person."
"It can still be a little overwhelming," he replies. "You're safe here."
"We could get in the hot tub if you like," Kaylee says as she steps into my side and wraps an arm around my waist.
I allow her to turn me back in the direction of my room.
This entire thing is confusing. She was the one whose life was threatened last night, and she seems just... normal, like it never even happened.
Is she so confident in her husband and these other men's skill levels that she can allow herself to believe that we're all safe here?
I don't know that I'll ever have that same level of confidence in anyone again. What happened has opened my eyes to the real dangers in the world.
Before, I'd have to worry about leaving a drink unsupervised. I'd concern myself with one guy I was seeing running into another guy I was seeing.
The whole break-into-the-house and hold-my-best-friend-hostage thing was never on my radar.
Did he act that way because I broke things off? Did he act like that because he was truly obsessed with me?
It's too coincidental that he was in my life while his twin brother was in Kaylee's.
Was I targeted because of the man downstairs, and it has less to do with me and more to do with him?
I don't know if I'll ever have answers to my questions, and that may have the power to drive me insane.
Chapter 4
Rooster
I don't have to look down at the treadmill display to know that I've run more this morning than I have in the last week, which is saying something because I'm on this damn thing every single day.
I don't get far from the conference room because I never know when an urgent call from one of the guys needing help will come in.
With the back of my hand, I swipe at more sweat on my face, only for it to be replaced by more droplets. My shoes squeak on the rubber belt from the wetness that has dripped from my skin over the last three hours.
I'm torturing myself today, and I know exactly why I'm doing it. I'm avoiding what I really want to do.
I shouldn't have been turned on yesterday.
Morgan was terrified of me, and I barely kept my cock from thickening and pointing at her when she ran her soft, cool hand over my chest. It wasn't her fear that turned me on, but that doesn't matter.
I should have better fucking control of what my body does.
I have to stop thinking about her because just the memories are enough to drive me wild.
Running has helped some, but the urge to jump into the shower and put a quick end to my suffering can't happen. It seems vile and disgusting, and I'm normally a better man than that.
But even running for hours on end hasn't done much to calm that ache inside me. If anything, the exhaustion in my muscles and the pain I'm causing my body have somehow merged, making me feel even wilder now than when I stepped into the gym hours ago.
The door to the gym opens, and I swing my gaze so quickly in that direction I nearly lose my footing.
"You good?" Bandera asks when I have to snap my hands out and grab the bars to steady myself.
"I'm fine," I grunt, turning my attention back to the television mounted on the wall.
A news channel is playing with the sound turned all the way down, and I don't have to read the subtitles to know that the world is a deadly, dangerous place. I also know as bad as the news makes everything sound, the world is much more dangerous. But most people don't have the capacity to be given all the truth. Society would crumble if people knew just how evil some people can be. They'd live in complete fear and probably would never leave their houses.