Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
“It’s my fault you're a pervert?”
“Yes.”
“It is not.” I huff.
“We’ll agree to disagree.”
“We will not.”
"Fine, we can either argue about it while you eat, or I can join you in the bathroom so we can argue there while you shower." I stare at him a little dumbfounded. Not sure with him or myself because my body is having a reaction to all of this, heat pooling deep in my belly.
“Over food.” I throw my legs over the side of the bed. I’m still in my stupid uniform. I push the sleeveless shirt down; it has risen up. When I glance back up, Eros's eyes are running up and down my legs.
Dirty-ass schoolgirl fantasies flood my mind. One that has spankings and lots of naughty things I don’t let my mind venture to right now. It's so not the time. I blame my Kindle, since I can’t blame the drugs any longer.
“You’re staring.”
“I am a pervert when it comes to you.” He does another one of those shrugs. I bite back another laugh.
I’m going to murder him because this shouldn’t be funny, but since Eros came into my life, I have laughed more than ever.
I stand up from the bed. “How long did I sleep?”
“Ten hours.” My mouth falls open.
“Really?” Holy shit. “I never sleep that long. It’s a fight every night. I’m usually restless.”
“Maybe you felt safe enough to let your guard down.”
“Why would my guard be up?” I lift a brow.
“I don’t know, Blair, why would it?” I press my lips together. I walked right into that one.
“I’m showering,” I huff, stomping toward the bathroom. I slam the door behind me, then remember that my clothes are in the bag by the bed. I stomp back out, and Eros is still standing there. Binx is sitting at his feet watching me too. “Whatever.” I grab the bag and slam the door harder this time.
I drop the bag and see that he really has brought a bunch of items from my own bathroom. I don't know why my attention lingers on my toothbrush, which is next to his. It's intimate, not in a sexy way but a familiar one.
My eyes catch on the black nail polish, and a wave of emotions slams into me. I grip the side of the sink counter. What is this man doing to me? He’s sweet in the darkest of ways. Eros is the kind of darkness that doesn’t scare me. Any fear I had of him left when he drove me here.
He really is obsessed with me, but this might be some You TV show shit. The man is crazy obsessed and does insane things for the woman he’s obsessing over, but, and it’s a big but, that obsession in time would turn to another, and I’d be forgotten.
I’m always fucking forgotten. I need to be very careful and not let him pull me under. I might be as crazy as him because I think I could fall for Eros too. He’s strange and mysterious, unpredictable. All things that can pull me in. All the things I shouldn’t want. I hate how cliché my daddy issues are.
“Get your shit together, Blair. You’re not Bonte,” I whisper to myself in the mirror. She’s dead and gone, along with the dreams and life I wanted at one time.
I turn the shower on, stepping in under the spray. I let the hot water rain down on me until it starts to turn cold and I have to quickly wash myself. I do my normal-ish morning routine except today I’m not going to school, I guess. Who knows when the heck I’ll get back there. I’m sure no one will even know I’m missing.
I find a pair of black joggers and an oversized hoodie in my bag to wear. I have not a clue what is going to happen today. This isn’t the first time my life has been flipped on its head.
When I exit the bathroom, I make my way down the short hallway. The cabin is small but not claustrophobic. Binx is sitting on the kitchen island that separates it from the living room. It has a couple of stools under it.
Eros is at the stove, shirtless. I can see his thick, defined muscles move and flex as he cooks. He’s too hot for his own good, or mine for that matter. How the heck am I gonna keep distance between us with him walking around half nude?
“Where did your shirt go?”
“Does it bother you?” He turns to face me. Holy hell.
“What? Do you live in the freaking gym?” Eros glances down at himself. He’s even got those V lines that disappear into his sweatpants.
He’s trying to seduce me. The man is dressed like a thirst trap, except he doesn’t shave the hair off his chest. It’s only a thin layer, letting you still see the ink and scars that only add to his hotness. His body tells a story. One filled with red flags I’m ignoring.