Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 67039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
"I'm sorry," she whispers.
I nod in response and step around her. My patience is now gone. I make my way toward the Sullivans. Everyone stops speaking when I reach them.
"Where is my fiancée?" I ask. My words come out harsher than I intend, but I’m tired of waiting. I need to see Tova. She’s my drug, and I need my hit. I’ve been jonesing to be near her.
"I'll go check on her. She can be—”
"I'll go." I don't wait for the protest I know is coming. I leave the room, making my way toward the back of the house and out the patio.
When I get to her family's house, I don't bother knocking. The sensor lock on the door opens for me, as all doors do on my property.
I don't have to guess which room is Tova's. I turn the knob slowly, opening the door to see her asleep on her bed. Her dark hair is spread out all around her in rich, thick waves. I walk to the side of the bed and stare down at her.
Her angelic face is so damn innocent. I don’t want that to be taken from her. No matter how much I clean up our family's dealings, it will never be enough to match her.
An e-reader is lying beside her. When I pick it up, curiosity gets the best of me. What the fuck is she reading? I flip to the next page, reading in great detail about a girl giving her boss a blow job under his desk. However cliché the details it goes into are.
“Hey.” The e-reader is ripped from my hand. “That’s private.” She holds it tight to her chest. “You don’t just read a girl’s Kindle.”
“Don’t want your future husband to see the dick sucking you’re reading about?” Tova’s mouth falls open, making my mind flash to her under my desk with her mouth ready for me. I hadn't meant to be so crude with her, but I find I'm jealous. Yes, that is the correct word.
It is, after all, an emotion only she can elicit from me. Along with so many others.
Chapter Seven
TOVA
Did he really say that to me? What is he even doing here? “You’re in my bedroom,” I blurt out. The room feels so much smaller with him dominating the space. His all-black suit and tattoos are a stark contrast to my bright yellow walls.
When I woke up, I thought I’d been dreaming that War was in my room standing over me while I lay in my bed.
“I am.” War starts to make his way around my room. His eyes are taking it all in. I can’t help but feel a little self-conscious wondering what he’s thinking. I haven't made many updates to my bedroom. I want to rush over and toss the stuffed animals on my dresser into the closet.
“You’re in my bedroom,” I repeat.
“We have already covered that.” War’s fingers run across the edge of my vanity. “No perfume.”
“What?” I sit up, throwing my legs over the side of the bed. I hadn’t meant to fall asleep.
“You don’t have any perfume.” I’m not sure if that’s a statement or a question.
“I shower.” Is he saying I smell? “Do I need some? Will that be a part of the wife I’m expected to become?” I stand. “This is the dress I have.” I motion up and down myself. "It’s all I have, so you’ll have to deal with that.” War’s eyes trace down my body and all the way back up. I feel every second of them on me as though it’s a physical touch.
“No perfume.” He says this simply, devoid of any emotion. You’d never know I was glaring him down. It has no effect on him, but I’m not sure it would on anyone, honestly. “I like the dress. Though maybe you should put your hair up.”
“Seriously?” I run my fingers through my hair. “Is it that bad? I fell asleep.”
“It is rather distracting.” War comes toward me. I fight the urge to step back, but there is nowhere for me to go. I’m up against my bed.
“Distracting?” I manage to get out. He’s so dang close to me now.
“Yes.” I watch in shock as War wraps a piece of my hair around his finger. I’m not sure how long we stand there.
“Should we, ah”—I lick my lips—“go?”
“Yes.” He releases the piece of hair he had wrapped around his finger. I use the tie on my wrist to pull my hair up. After giving me a nod of approval, War grabs me by the wrist. His hand wraps around it tightly.
“You just came into our home?” Rude, but I suppose he does own everything here. Including me at this point.
“Yes.” Again with the one-word answers. I try to tug my wrist free from his hold when we exit the house. He stops walking.