Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 52887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
I'm sure if the therapist were to get their hands on both Tristan and me, it would be me who would be deemed the more psycho out of the two of us. I feed Tristan some bullshit, give a bit of information, and lie that I'm going to have to go into the estate myself to get a better look.
When Teddy comes twirling out of the bathroom in a frilly purple dress, I close my laptop. "Are you ready for our spa day?"
"Yes," I say. I'm not sure what a spa day entails, but I quickly find out when I'm sitting in a vibrating chair with my feet in warm water with rose petals floating around in it. I can’t help but smile. Never in a million years would you have been able to convince me that I’d be doing this. I would have laughed in your face for even suggesting it.
"They think I'm older because of you," Teddy whispers from beside me in her own vibrating chair. She takes a sip of the champagne they gave her. They don't give a fuck about her age, not when you're asking for the biggest suite in the building. Money talks and causes people to turn a blind eye.
"Do you like it, Zolotse?" I ask her.
"The bubbles tickle my nose." Teddy scrunches it in a show. "We have massages next." This has her mouth turning downward.
"We don't have to do them." I am not looking forward to that part.
"But that's a spa day must." A small huff leaves her.
"Then why are you upset?" Teddy chews on her bottom lip. "Out with it, Zolotse," I encourage.
"The woman will be all touching you."
"I do not want that," I admit. "I could sit by you while you get one."
"You'll be bored."
"I assure you I will not be."
“Really?” She appears skeptical.
"I do not care to be touched or have people in my space."
"You love my touches." She wiggles her fingers, her nails drying. I'd skipped over the manicure and stuck with only putting my feet in the petal water which I'm sure does nothing. Oh, and these weird patches under my eyes. They made Teddy laugh, so I kept them on.
"You're different."
"I know." She beams at this fact, then glances around, making sure we're still alone. The two women that had been helping us went to go do other things while Teddy's nails dried and she sipped on her champagne. I think we're supposed to be relaxing in these annoying chairs. Who wants to vibrate? Teddy leans over closer when she sees we're still alone. "How did you do things before? Did you have girls before who were different?" Teddy is hesitant with her words, making me know they carry weight to them.
"You are the only one that's ever been different," I reassure her.
"Killian," she says with a small, shy smile. "I mean, you've done the deed before." I've done many deeds, and they’ve all ended in death. That can't be the one she is speaking of. "You know—" She wiggles her brows.
"Eat pussy."
"Oh my God." She covers her face with her hands.
"Your nails," I remind her, making her quickly pull them back from her face.
"I meant sex or whatever," she hisses. Teddy might not be so shy about her body anymore, but it appears from her round cheeks that are starting to turn pink that she might still be bashful about sex.
"I have not done those things." Teddy blinks at me, opening and then closing her mouth. Why is she so shocked? I thought we covered this. "Have I upset you?"
"No." Teddy's expression starts to change, and tears fill her eyes.
"You're going to cry." She starts blinking quickly, and panic hits me. I don't panic. When you panic, shit gets sloppy.
"It's not sad." A slow smile forms on her lips. "I'm just really, really happy," she tells me, her face going soft. "I haven't been this happy since before Grams died. I don't feel like anyone ever understands me, but here you are, proving that all wrong."
I rub the center of my chest, a burn forming there.
"Sir, you can't go back there." I hear the blond woman's voice, Kate, who had been one of the two girls that had been taking care of us, talking to someone.
"I can do whatever I want. You know what I paid for my room. The services I've booked," a man shouts back. Teddy's eyes widen, and her lips form a perfect O.
A second later, the man is marching into the area where Teddy and I are. There are only two chairs here. Pretty sure it's for the whole couple package Teddy had picked.
"I was booked for this time," the short, balding man in the suit says. It's custom, and he's wearing a flashy Rolex. I clock every detail about him. The same way I would do any other target or threat. "Are you incompetent? Did you double-book?"