Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
She was right on the heels of Eugene, sticking to the shadows as she hurried to follow behind him.
Intrigued, I watched from my own set of shadows as she waited for his car to be brought around by the valet.
Intrigued beyond belief—because curiosity was my downfall, and I could never let something that caught my curiosity go—I headed to my own car to follow the girl.
Eugene got to the car and tossed the guy a wadded-up twenty before he dropped down into the car that was more of a statement than a quality car, and sped away.
I watched as the stunning woman—even dressed up as circumspect as she could be with black skinny jeans pasted onto every curve, and that tight as fuck long-sleeve black top with the scoop neck that revealed that badass windchime tattoo on the back of her neck—took off behind him in what was obviously a rental car.
She was swerving all over the road in it, which meant to me she’d never driven such a responsive car.
But I commended her efforts.
Had she not gotten a flashy car, she would’ve stuck out worse.
Smart and sexy as hell.
Eugene drove like a bat out of hell, but like most people who came up here, they didn’t care that it would get them nowhere when they did. DC traffic was stupid busy and there wasn’t a person alive who could get through it any faster than the next.
“What’s the plan, Stan?” I said to her as she lost him at a light.
I smiled when she turned right, then swung left and came out at the stoplight before taking a right back onto the road she’d been on.
I followed suit, staying behind her as she sped to catch back up to Eugene.
He turned left down a residential road and then pulled to a stop next to a gate where he inputted a code.
The woman didn’t follow him inside, which likely would’ve caught Eugene’s attention, and instead turned down a road where she immediately pulled off.
I took the opposite direction and swung around to the side street before pulling off myself.
I got out and shoved my phone into my pocket, sticking to the shadows as I made my way to the gate where I could now see my little cat burglar heading toward the keypad.
She stared at it with her teeth bit between her lip, and I couldn’t help myself from pulling my phone out and doing what I do best—hacking.
The gate was open seconds later, and she was staring at it like a divine miracle that’d just fallen into her lap.
She started running, keeping to the shadows, but it was quite comical because all I had to do to keep up with her was go from a slow walk to a regular walk.
I followed behind her, keeping to the shadows myself, until we got to what I knew to be Eugene’s house.
I hadn’t been there in person, but I did my research on the people that wanted something from me—and even those that didn’t.
I knew where she was headed, even though it took her a few times of looking into people’s windows before she finally settled on the one that belonged to Eugene.
That’s when she gasped and leaned forward, seeing a woman who looked a whole lot like her coming out of the house to meet Eugene in the driveway.
“Hello, baby,” the woman greeted Eugene.
“Hello, darling.” Eugene took the steps two at a time as he headed toward the older version of the woman. “I’ve missed you.”
“Oh, hell no,” the woman said as she started to stomp. “You. Fucking. Bitch!”
I moved closer so I could get a closer look at the show.
“What…” Eugene gasped. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
That’s when the woman picked her phone up and aimed it at the two people in front of her.
“Look, Daniella,” the woman whom Eugene had called darling screeched. “It’s not what it looks like!”
“I’m not Daniella!” my current obsession snapped. “I’m Dru, and you’d know that if you came home every once in a while. But oh, no. I’m sorry, I’m too busy. I have to visit the world. I can’t come see my dying father because I’m in Africa! Well, listen, asshole. This isn’t the world. And this certainly isn’t Africa. This is Washington, DC, and just to point out, you’re dating the same man as your niece!”
Well, this just got even more interesting.
“I don’t…” the aunt started to explain, but a fourth party entered the chat and the phone finally popped up with a person on the other end of the line. “No, I’m not!”
“Dru, I don’t have time to deal with your…” The woman, whom I assumed was Daniella, paused halfway through her dismissal. “What the hell is going on right now?”
“What’s going on is I just caught Aunt Jennifer, Eugene’s ‘baby,’ in a lip lock with Eugene. Oh, and she’s not in Africa. She’s in Washington, DC.”