Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83467 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83467 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
“Mexican,” she finally said.
“Enchilada with queso on top,” I confirmed, already knowing her order.
She just smiled as I pulled out my cell to call her favorite Mexican restaurant.
My text message ding went off, and I opened it to see Winter—one of the newest strippers at Devil’s who I’d fucked a couple of nights ago—had sent me a text.
Miss you. When are you going to let me suck that big, pierced cock again? I’ve been a bad girl and need spanked.
“Big and pierced, huh?” Genesis said, and I closed the text, not liking how it felt that she’d read that.
I cut my eyes to her. “You reading over my shoulder, Baby Doll?”
She shrugged. “I didn’t mean to, but the big, pierced cock got my attention, then the spanking thing.”
I kept my sex life and Genesis separate. It felt wrong for her to know that side of me. Sure, she knew I wasn’t a good guy, but to her, I was the guy she depended on. The guy that Winter knew was a different man.
She shoved my arm. “Are you being pissy because I read your text? I’ll let you read all of mine if you want. But I can promise you that none of them talk about cocks or spankings.” Her eyes twinkled with amusement.
“I’ll pass. You keep your dirty little secrets,” I told her, then found the phone number for the Mexican restaurant.
While I placed our order, she laid her head back on me and turned her attention back to the movie. I swore to God, if I got called away from her tonight, I was going to be pissed. She’d had an emotional week, and while she’d been in the hospital with her mom and dad, I’d been dealing with family shit. Every chance I got to get away, I went to her. Except, of course, when I needed to burn off some pent-up energy with a fuck. That was what girls like Winter were for. I handled my needs, then got my ass to the hospital. Winter had taken a good bit of my tension across her ass the other night. I should have figured she’d want more with all the begging for it she had done.
Genesis’s phone began to ring, and I glanced down to see the word Him on her screen. Fuck. I didn’t have to ask who that was. Not only was he now calling, but she was even hiding his name from me on her phone. Did he know what the hell she’d been through since he’d shut her out?
I felt her entire body tense before she jumped up and answered the call while walking away from me. I sat there as she went back to my old bedroom, which was the one she used when staying here.
When she closed the door behind her, I got up and started to follow her. It took all my willpower to stop. She wanted privacy. I had to give it to her. Even though it was killing me to know he was on the other line. If he was upsetting her, I was going to figure out who he was and hunt him down. But then, if he was trying to get her back, I was also going to figure out who he was and hunt him down.
I turned and went to the kitchen instead to pour myself some whiskey.
I wanted her happy. I did. But I wanted to be the one making her happy. We completed each other. We understood each other. She made my day brighter. There was nothing that son of a bitch on the phone with her could do for her better than I could. Except sex. He could fulfill her sexually. I couldn’t do that. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to because truth was, I wanted to real fucking bad.
However, Genesis wasn’t the kind of girl who could have sex without emotion. It would mean more to her. She’d end up getting hurt by me, and I’d lose her. That wasn’t a fucking option. I needed her in my life. She was all the good things. When I didn’t have her, everything was wrong. It was off.
The past two months—when she was barely available to talk to me, never visited, and didn’t want me coming to see her—had been torture. It was so bad that I started getting pissed that she wasn’t calling me, needing me for something. I’d have given my left nut for her to interrupt a blow job, and that was insanity, but true. The less she called, the not being needed, it had rocked me. Opened my eyes to just how badly I had to have her in my life. I wasn’t sure when the switch had flipped in me. There had been a time that I was too busy for her. She had been there, and I’d taken her for granted. Until she wasn’t there. That was probably when the switch flipped and why. June 2, when she went back to Savannah, had been a wake-up call. Genesis was my number one, and I had let her down. Never again.