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)
“What do you want from me, Edward?”
“I don’t want you to be with anyone else.”
Why?
Play along.
“I’m not interested in anyone, Edward. Spending time with another man is the very last thing on my mind.”
He stays silent on the other end of the phone and honestly, what is going on with him? Is this his way of telling me that we have something, or?
He’s so confusing.
“Philippe said you told him that you were going to end him.” I can tell that he’s smiling.
“Oh, hell.” I smile, embarrassed. “I don’t even know what I said, I was too infuriated to think straight.”
“He was impressed.”
I giggle. “Where are you?”
“Lying on the couch, I called you as soon as I got in.”
I picture the enigmatic Mr. Prescott lying on a couch in his black dinner suit calling me and I get that giddy excited feeling that only he can deliver.
“I should let you go…. It’s late,” he whispers.
I hold on the line, not wanting to get off the phone.
“Good night, Doe.”
“Good night, Edward. Sweet dreams.”
“With you involved, they always are.”
Oh….
The line goes dead and I flop back on the bed and smile up at the ceiling.
In his own fucked-up way, I think he just asked me to wait for him.
EDWARD
“More caviar, sir?”
“Thank you.”
The waiter places another tray of caviar down onto the table.
“What I want to know is what was in those cocktails last night.” Sinclair sighs, he’s lying on a deck chair beside the table, wearing sunglasses and a good dose of green at the gills.
“Alcohol,” I reply as I cut my bread. “You should stop drinking, you can’t handle it.”
“That’s it!” a woman screams from a yacht a few down from the one we are on. “I’m leaving.”
We all turn. “Is that coming from….”
“Good. Because if you don’t, I fucking will.” A male voice echoes through the marina.
“Uh-oh.” Theo smirks. “Trouble in paradise.”
“You’re nothing without me,” she screams.
“Ha,” he bellows. “You’re nothing without your fucking handbags.”
“What a dumb comeback.” Theodore screws up his face. “Seriously…handbags, is that the best he’s got?”
“Fuck you!” she cries.
“I already did that,” he yells back.
We all laugh at his stupid reply.
“Abysmal.” Nicholas raises an eyebrow as we all listen in.
“I think I was drugged.” Sinclair throws the back of his arm over his eyes. “Just the smell of that food makes me sick.”
“Only you could be sick from lobster and caviar.”
“Oh god, don’t say it, I’m gagging.”
Theo and Nicholas roll their eyes at his dramatics and I chuckle. “Drink more water.”
“It’s not working,” he moans.
“Elsie, can you find this idiot some Tylenol or something?” Theo asks. “Put us all out of this misery.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Just throw him overboard, Elsie,” I say as I peel a shrimp.
Elsie smiles as she disappears.
We are on the Serene, having lunch on Theo’s yacht.
More screaming, more slamming, more dramatics echo over the marina. “That’s it, I am leaving. For real this time.”
“Promises. Promises,” Alexander yells back. “Hurry up. I’m waiting to go out.”
We all chuckle again.
“He’s such a prick.” Nicholas shakes his head as he peels a shrimp.
“Margarite looked good last night, Sinclair.” Theo smirks as he crunches on some ice.
“Stop.” He holds up his hand in a stop signal. “I honestly don’t know how it happens.”
“I think it goes something like, Sinclair, do you want to come back to my place?”
“And you say…. Yes.” Theo widens his eyes. “Shocking, isn’t it?”
“Christ Almighty, that was the last time. I swear,” he huffs.
“Until next time.” I smile as I sip my drink.
“Did you know Hermione was coming last night?” Theo asks me.
“No, and don’t remind me. The night ended on a total nightmare.”
“What happened?”
“I left without saying goodbye, trying to avoid a scene. Twenty minutes later she turned up at the marina screaming and crying and….”
The boys stop eating as they listen.
“What happened?”
“I brought her inside and….” I throw up my hands. “Ended it once and for all and then she was completely losing it and she wouldn’t leave and the situation was spiraling. I ended up leaving her with the staff on my yacht and went and slept elsewhere.”
“Fuck.” Theo frowns. “What’s Volter going to say?”
“He already warned me earlier in the night that if I hurt her that there would be hell to pay.”
“You idiot,” Sinclair says with his eyes closed. “I told you not to get mixed up with her. He’ll fucking kill you.”
“Not if I kill him first,” I mutter, annoyed.
“I thought you two were good. Out of nowhere you just break up with her. What happened?”
I shrug. “Complicated.”
“You met someone?” Theo frowns.
“Kind of. Maybe.” I shrug. “I don’t fucking know.”
“Who is she?”
“None of your business.”
“When do we meet her?”
“Probably never.”
“Why not?”
“Because she has no interest in money.” I shrug. “And we all know what happens if they don’t want money.”
“They want time.” Theo sighs.
“Something that we don’t have a lot of.”