Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
“Very mindful?” I teased.
Keely and Milena snickered.
The men all stared at me like I was nuts.
“It’s a trending sound right now,” I defended myself.
Chevy’s large palm came down onto my thigh, and I instantly forgot about what I’d been saying, and focused on his large palm on my bare thigh that was inches away from my panty seam.
“So tell us about yourself, Aella,” Copper encouraged.
I looked up into his beautiful eyes, so much like his brothers, and stared, enthralled, as he gave me his undivided attention for the first time.
Don’t get me wrong.
Chevy was by far the most superior human male on the planet—I was still holding out hope for sexy, barbarian aliens to pop out any second—but there was something so intense about Copper that I couldn’t help but pay attention.
So, because I had the full intensity of his gaze on me, I blurted out my entire life story.
His gaze stayed steady on me for the entire time, and when I was finally done and catching my breath, Copper looked to the man whose hand had tightened on my thigh the longer I talked and said, “I have some connections. Are you sure that you want your mother to live the rest of her life in prison?”
Chevy grunted. “I’d love to watch her spend the rest of her days rotting there. But there’s no rule here that says we can’t make her life miserable while she’s there.”
Needless to say, I felt like dinner was a success.
Chevy’s family didn’t hate me.
And I was one step closer to permanently insinuating myself into Chevy’s life.
Now I just had to make him realize he couldn’t live without me.
Which, as it turns out, wasn’t nearly as hard as I thought it would be.
It only took getting shot in the face to prove it to me.
Twenty-Four
The clitoris has better nerves you can get on.
—Aella’s secret thoughts
AELLA
The party that Laney had thrown was a success.
I was partied out, and my tolerance meter for bullshit was quickly waning.
The problem with everything was that I hadn’t realized how overly fawned over the members of the Truth Tellers would be.
And, I guess since I’d never been to an actual club party before, I hadn’t realized that there were women out there that were willing to do absolutely anything asked of them at a moment’s notice—as long as those doing the asking were Truth Tellers.
I’d spent the entire night angry as fuck.
I hadn’t realized how angry I could get, but tonight had been a very painful lesson.
Chevy had been open and honest with me about how the night would go.
He’d told me that he would be wheeling and dealing—the whole point of this night was to finagle the citizens of Dallas and Fort Worth into spending their money.
So, he’d be busy all night making sure that was happening.
I’d watched him work his way around to person after person, while I sat by my lonesome at the bar.
At first, it wasn’t bad, because the people that Chevy was dealing with were normal people.
Then they became beautiful women vying for his attention.
Truthfully, had it not been the entire club that was going out of their way to sweet talk their way into people’s wallets, I would’ve been having a lot worse of a time.
Chevy wasn’t doing anything that the rest of the club wasn’t doing.
Even my father.
I’d thought that maybe I wouldn’t be completely alone because he’d be here, or even Chevy’s brothers would, but I’d been wrong.
Milena had the good sense to stay home, which was why I’d finally broken down and walked out to my car and gotten my schoolbooks.
If I was going to sit alone, I might as well get some homework and studying done.
I’d been doing said homework for over an hour now and had very little left to do when I picked my head up and saw Chevy finally making his way over to me.
Just when I thought I could get a hug, Chevy was stopped by a woman in a red dress that was barely long enough that I didn’t see her pubic hairs.
Anger seethed low in my belly as the woman walked up to Chevy and smiled.
She’d just started to put her hand onto his arm when she asked, “What cologne are you wearing? It smells so great!”
I gritted my teeth, telling myself that I didn’t need to intervene.
I mean, technically, we hadn’t given our relationship an actual title yet.
He may have called me his girlfriend, but I took that as a way to get his grandfather off his back about a girl that he brought to dinner with he family.
Sure, I loved him.
Sure, he was the best sex I’d ever had.
Sure, I couldn’t see myself ever living without him now.
Sure, he stayed over at my place every single night, or we stayed over at his.