Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 55606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Dusan shook his head. “Kill him.”
Before she could figure out if that was to her or Lance, the dark-haired man pulled out his gun and put one right in the blond’s head, the silencer muffling the sound. Within seconds, the blond had been pushed into the hole and dirt was being slung over him.
When the four of them walked out there was a newly completed area with some plants that had just been planted.
Jasmine wanted to get out of this hell she’d jumped in. She’d had no feelings for the one who’d just been buried in front of her—for none of them from today—but she did care about Lance, far more than she should. Because of that she couldn’t just, well, wouldn’t just, ghost on him and leave him to fend for himself. Especially since she knew Robert was here. Just being in the same city with the man who’d hung her out to dry meant sleep wasn’t going to come easy anymore.
One thing at a time. Let’s find a way to get away from the man who is everything you despise in a human.
Chapter Six
Sometimes you fall in love with the most unexpected person at the most unexpected time.
“You’ll be there tonight. This is not a request.”
Dusan’s tone was cold and autocratic. He expected his order to be followed. Of course, the man always expected that.
“Black tie?”
A sniff of distaste. “Of course. Unlike my children, I know the meaning of dressing for your success.”
“My woman?”
Lance glanced over his shoulder at the woman in question. Jasmine lay sprawled nude over the queen mattress in the bedroom. A light blanket draped over her, covering her firm ass and part of her lower back. She slept on her stomach, arms bent and beneath the pillow supporting her head. Her skin glowed and he grinned even as his heart thumped in a possessive way, flipping and calling for him to head over to her, hang up the phone and drill his cock as far as he could inside that tight pussy until she couldn’t imagine what it was like to not feel him in her.
“Of course she will be with you.”
The smooth delivery had him suspicious, more than he already had been. There was something going on that he wanted to shock Lance with. Problem was, with a man like Dusan, that could be anything from ordering him to kill a man, having one shot in front of him or any other myriad of shit that he could demand.
“We’ll be there in an hour.”
Everything inside him wanted to hang up on the man but he knew better. A poised few seconds before a low grunt and the call was done. He huffed and made sure the phone was off before placing it on the oak bedside table, next to hers where it leaned against the brass base of her lamp.
Sinking to the mattress, he reached out a hand and placed it on the small of her back. Not even a full second later, he found himself looking up the barrel of her sidearm, her gaze sharp and very much aware.
Lance hiked an eyebrow. “I left the bed maybe ten minutes ago. Did you already forget me?”
A slow blink but no verbal response to his question. Instead, she rose to a seated position, her full breasts distracting him for a few seconds with their dark nipples that hardened beneath his perusal. He slid his gaze down her toned body, admiring the lean muscles that flexed and moved with her.
Shifting her legs, she moved them to the side he sat on but had them so she could slip off behind him. Didn’t stop the flash of her pussy that he definitely ogled. Still silent, she set her weapon on the small table before striding from the room without care she was naked and headed into the bathroom. When the water turned on, he moaned and flopped to his side.
He watched her from below lowered lids as she walked back in the room, a towel tucked above her breasts.
Without a word, she moved by him and bent to grab her phone and gun then padded out on silent feet. The moment she was back in the hallway, he reached down and gripped his dick, squeezing hard trying to push his hunger for her down.
“Fuck.” He pushed to his feet and walked out to find her in the kitchen, unwrapping a Hot Pocket type of food.
She held it up and popped an eyebrow. He shook his head, not wanting to eat that. While it heated in the microwave, she got herself a tall glass of cold water.
“Dusan has an event tonight we have been ordered to attend.”
He watched her throat move as she swallowed. “Okay.” Glass on the countertop, she wiped the back of her hand over her mouth. “What kind of event?”