Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 164263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 821(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 821(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Car tires screech from the street and she ducks for cover, her face screwed up. “Argh,” she cries.
“Jesus.” I grab her arm. “Calm down, you’re a nervous wreck.”
She falls against my chest in tears.
“You’re safe.” I pull away from her and grab a towel and wrap it around my shoulders. “Come inside.” I pick up my T-shirt and she follows me inside and I glance around.
Hmm…. I don’t want her in my personal space.
“Up to my office.” I take the stairs as she follows. “Take a seat.” I throw on my T-shirt and catch sight of my blood-red face in the mirror, fucking hell.
“So what happened?” I pour two glasses of water. “Have you spoken to anyone or done anything since I saw you on Saturday night?”
Her face falls as she stares at me. “Oh my god, of course. It was Theodore, wasn’t it?”
“What?”
“He hired the hit.”
“Nobody has hired a hit, you nutcase.” I take a sip of water. “Although…. You are fucking asking for trouble with the bullshit threats to everyone. It’s only a matter of time.”
“Oh my god.” She puts her head into her hands. “What am I going to do?”
“It will be fine.”
“You have to protect me,” she stammers. “This is all because of you, you have to give me some guards.”
“Firstly, this isn’t because of me. Let’s get that absolutely straight from the get-go. I have done nothing but respect you and treat you well. You started this blackmailing bullshit with Hermione, and let me tell you, I saw her father recently and he is not fucking happy.”
Her eyes widen. “You think it was him?”
“He doesn’t know anything, but if he did, it would definitely be him.”
“How do you know he doesn’t know?”
“Because he was asking me what the scandal about Hermione is and threatening that if I’m involved he’s going to kill me. If he knew, he wouldn’t be asking questions, would he?”
“Oh, god.”
“So stop threatening people,” I snap, annoyed. “You have no one to blame but yourself.”
“You have to protect me. I beg of you.”
“You need to go to the police.”
“I can’t go to the police.”
“Why not?”
“I’m going through a lot right now, okay?” she fires back.
“What does you going through a lot have anything to do with the police?”
“I know it’s Hermione.”
“I’ll bet my life on it that it’s not Hermione.”
Her eyes widen as she stares up at me. “It was you?”
“Trust me, if I wanted you dead, you would be dead. There would be no missed attempts.”
“You need to help me, I want protection,” she stammers.
“No.” I get up and open the door. “Call your father, get some of his men.”
“He’s cut me off.”
“Why?”
“Long story.”
I frown as I contemplate the question, what the hell could she have done for her own father to cut her off?
“What about me and you?” she whispers. “We have something, Edward, I know you love me.”
My eyes hold hers but I remain silent, there’s nothing I can say that won’t cut her to the bone.
Her pleading gaze turns to one of anger. “So I meant nothing to you?” she spits.
“We were friends.” I gesture to the door, knowing this is about to turn ugly.
“So you used me and now you’re done?”
“Isadora.” I roll my lips as my temper rises, how many times do I have to repeat myself to her? “Never once have I contacted you privately, never once have I called or texted you, or had any kind of sexual relations with you where we were alone. We never once had a conversation about emotional attachment or anything of such nature. I knew you through Hermione. I liked you as Hermione’s friend, and it was great at the time, I’m not going to lie. I enjoyed your company immensely. We had a lot of fun together, but the fact is you turned on her when she trusted you. For you to then go on and threaten to expose our private matters to the public knowing her role in Switzerland and the carnage it would cause is unforgiveable.”
“I could end your reputation,” she spits.
“Ha,” I huff. “That’s laughable, my reputation is built on exactly this. This is on brand for me, and I don’t give a flying fuck who knows it. I’ll gangbang whoever I fucking want, whenever I want. But what I won’t tolerate is Hermione or Theodore being blackmailed. Now get out.”
“This is your last chance, Edward.”
“Get out.”
“You’ll be sorry.”
“Yeah, you told me that and oh look…here you are asking for my protection.”
She stomps out the door.
“Don’t steal anything on your way out,” I call after her.
“Fuck you,” she fires back as she walks down the stairs. “I could sink this fucking yacht if I wanted to.” She must run into someone on the lower level. “What are you looking at?” she screams. “Get away from me.”