Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 102708 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102708 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
It was her bright green eyes that truly captivated me. Sometimes it was easier to give people what they wanted than to try to make sense of anything. The world chewed you up and spit you out if you let it. To go through the ups and downs of sharing your life with someone was a ride I never expected to be on.
But that was just the beginning of our complicated relationship of firsts.
Her perfume.
Her heat.
Her touch.
She was hypnotizing.
“Julius, the day I met you,” she said, finally giving me what I wanted. “I—”
“Hey, Julius!” Marco interrupted, abruptly turning my attention to him. “How about you introduce me to your arm candy?”
Reluctantly, I let her go.
Setting her beside me, I introduced them. “Marco, this is Isla. Isla, Marco.”
He extended his hand for her to shake. “Nice to meet you, darlin’.”
She shook it. “Likewise.”
When he pulled away, he exclaimed, “I hope you’re enjoying yourself. Please, feel free to order whatever you’d like. It’s on me.”
Isla replied, “Thank you.”
He wrapped his arm around my shoulders. “I hope you know how lucky you are to have this guy right here.”
I opened my mouth to respond, but he continued, “Julius, let’s catch up in my office. Shall we?”
With a nod, I leaned toward her and murmured in her ear, “I’ll be back. Don’t go far. I owe you a dance.”
I could sense her watching me leave, feeling the weight of something I couldn’t place.
Not in the least.
CHAPTER
THIRTY-ONE
KRAVEN
It was almost midnight when the house music DJ stepped onto the stage. The second the beat dropped, the booze, weed, and pills hit my system. In the back of my mind, I knew this was probably not the best way to get reacquainted with her, but I was never one to back down from a good time.
Besides, getting into trouble without Julius knowing wasn’t new to me. She looked amazing with her skintight dress and her fuck-me heels.
I tried to keep my distance, but there was no way I could with the way I was feeling…
The way she makes me feel.
When our eyes locked from across the room, I had just walked back into the VIP area after smoking a blunt with someone I knew. I was never much for the upscale scene. To me, they all seemed pretentious. It didn’t surprise me that Julius was pulling out all the stops to impress Isla.
This wasn’t for me. It was just an excuse for him to show off to her. The urge to inhale a deep, steady breath as my whole body tingled, feeling like my nerve endings were on fire. She walked out of the hallway where the bathroom was located, only to be instantly swallowed by the crowd. The song switched over to “Satisfaction” by Benny Benassi.
Suddenly, I stepped closer to Isla, close enough to see that her eyes were dilated.
Bright.
Glossy.
Fucking beautiful.
She’s drunk.
It hit me like a hole to the head, all the substances I induced to forget.
I could touch it.
Taste it.
Feel it.
It was everywhere.
She smiled at me, and I swear it lit up the entire room.
It was her.
Me.
Us.
The bright lights and lasers were messing with my vision, making my eyes jitter and causing me to feel way more fucked up than I thought I was. My head spun to the DJ's music as the lights pulsed around us.
We stood there on the dance floor in a corner, away from prying eyes. I knew it’d make her more comfortable to be out of direct sight. We started dancing, bonding to the music's melody.
Every beat.
Every drop.
We were right there with it.
Music had always been our biggest connection. It didn’t matter what genre it was. We both respected its power. It made everything go away, and in the same breath, it made everything hit that much harder.
More intense.
More catastrophic.
Its seductive beat lured me to her. This song was made for sex.
Rough.
Dirty.
Desperate.
Sweaty sex.
I stared at her with the same swagger and confidence I always exuded. Another thing I liked about her was how she looked at me. Since the first time I laid eyes on her, I couldn’t tear my gaze away from hers. She had this magnetic pull that instantly drew me in.
It was deeper.
Real.
More meaningful.
A connection I couldn’t explain, growing stronger with each second that passed between us. I knew she felt it. I couldn’t get over her skintight dress, which accentuated all the curves of her body.
I closed my eyes and just felt all around me, the song pounding into my bloodstream.
I didn’t notice that my hands were all over. I could feel the goose bumps and sensations coursing through her skin.
It was exhilarating.
Blissful.
Exciting.
A sense of calm washed over me as I was there with her. I had no idea how much control she’d still hold over me. Mainly, it was when I was fucked up.
If anything, it felt right.