Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 134073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 670(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 670(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
Maybe we’re both desperate, which can’t possibly be good.
“Be positive,” I tell myself, even though I don’t want to be.
I download a new game on my phone in case I end up needing it at dinner tonight. After that I put it in my pocket and stare out the window.
I’m tired of lamenting the way things are and how I ended up in this position. When I was younger I thought I had all the time in the world. Now it feels like a ticking time bomb that’s counting down the days until this all blows up in my face.
I have a responsibility to my mother and to the people that work for me, and if I have to put up with someone annoying long enough to put a baby in her then so be it. Time is running out. I don’t know why I haven’t done that yet. I keep going on all these first dates and scaring everyone off or ditching out.
The car stops at the curb and I jump out before the driver can open the door. “Wait in the park for me. I should be done in an hour,” I tell him, and he nods.
When I walk into the restaurant, it’s crowded and the hostess looks busy. I step up to the podium and the young woman beams at me. “Mr. Belmont, welcome back.” She curls her finger and another person appears at her side. “Your table is ready and I believe your date is at the bar.” She makes a face that looks like she’s surprised as she tilts her head to the lounge area.
There are a few women sitting nearby and as I scan them, I think it’s not so bad. I have no idea what my date looks like, so this could be tricky. I should have thought about this before I agreed so easily.
“Ah, here she comes,” the hostess says, and I’m shocked when I see a young woman walking toward us.
She dressed in yoga pants with an oversized college sweatshirt on and her hair is wild like she’s been in bed all day.
“Right this way,” the hostess says as my jaw hits the floor.
Without so much as a glance in my direction, my date walks right past me and follows the hostess like she owns the place.
Who the fuck does she think she is? And why do I like it?
Chapter Three
BROOKLYN
I’m going to need another glass of wine.
I guess I must have missed the part where my friends said that Dash was extremely attractive. But I didn't miss the way the hostess made heart eyes while lingering at our table for a moment too long.
Dash isn't only handsome, he’s built too. It’s not in the way where he’s got a million abs and not a drop of fat on his body. He looks like he could pick me up and manhandle me to where he wanted to go. I bet he could do almost anything without getting winded. The thought makes me cross my legs.
I saw his profile picture, but it did not live up to seeing him in person. I must have barely glanced at it or something because sitting here now, no one could ever dismiss his dark green eyes and chiseled jaw. I didn't know a jaw carved out of stone was a real thing, but here he sits. No wonder everyone said he’s a dick. He’s too handsome to be nice. Men like him are used to getting their way based only on their looks.
I think he must be too into himself, which is why he didn't notice the sexy hostess trying to snag his attention. At least I’ll have something handsome to stare at while I eat my steak. He picked this place, so he can foot the bill. I already stole a peek at the menu and the prices aren't cheap. My one glass of wine at the bar was twenty bucks and I’m getting close to the bottom.
I turn to ask the woman taking us to our table to transfer the bill from the bar to our table, but I run right into a suited wall of chest. I’m regretting the yoga pants at the moment, but I’m sure I’ll be happy about them when I clean my plate.
“That can be arranged,” his deep voice rumbles against me, and although I know I should step back, I don’t. I lean my head all the way back to look up at him. He makes no move to put space between us and if anything he plants his feet so he can’t.
“You shouldn’t walk so close to people. I could have tripped.” I tilt my chin up higher. My stepmom does that when she thinks she’s right and it always makes me super mad.
Crap. I should wait until after we order to be rude. If he ditches me now I won’t get my food. He stares down at me and his eyebrows pull together. I’m guessing he’s wondering why I’m on this date in an oversized hoodie and yoga pants, but I don’t care.