AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“You know how I like ’em, sweet cheeks!” Anton sassily winked with those heavily glazed eyes of his before taking a good puff on his neatly rolled joint. He was definitely getting baked and loving every second of it.
“You okay here, hon?” I mumbled before I downed half of the lethal beverage.
I noticed River strolling toward me, sporting a worried look on his roguishly handsome face.
“Woman, I think it’s time to fill your stomach with something more nutritious,” River interrupted before taking my drink and dragging me away from everyone. He took me back indoors, planting me in one of the white stools in the kitchen. Then he headed toward the fridge and took out ingredients to make a BLT.
“I’m not hungry,” I bemoaned.
There was always something exceptionally erotic when a man dominated in the kitchen. And curiosity won out. River intrigued me still
“Maybe not, but indulge me, anyway,” he insisted as he placed a griddle on the stovetop.
“Why are you being this way? It’s insane.” It was his way of showing that he cared, but I just wanted to reassure myself. Again, why did I bother?
“I just want to take care of you. What’s not to understand?”
“You’re unreal.” Him treating me this way brought it home how much things had changed between us.
He shrugged, unruffled. “Say what you like; I’m feeding you either way. If you wanna make this hard, that’s all on you.”
I hotly huffed, “Fine, whatever. I’d do anything to just shut you up.”
“That’s my girl.” He cheekily winked at me before popping a sliced tomato in his mouth.
I wasn’thisgirl, but I didn’t voice that out loud because he would have some raving argument about it. Therefore, I simply became his lone audience, watching the chef place strips of bacon on the skillet, toasting bread, slicing veggies, before slathering a hefty amount of mayo and a dot of mustard on the bread. He made one for each of us.
Mumbling my thanks, I took a knife and halved the sandwich, knowing fully well that I probably wouldn’t be able to finish it entirely, not when he was sitting next to me. The man made me nervous, and eating while anxious wasn’t particularly enticing to me.
After taking my first bite, I was actually pleased. “This is good.” When was the last time I had BLT? It used to be my favorite.
“You always loved it.”
Sigh, any more references about the past? He seemed to have a long list of them. Was tonight about excavating skeletons? The thought made me want to vomit.
“Tummy full. Now let’s get you warm, ey? I’ll put your clothes in the dryer.”
“Okay, I think that’ll be nice.” I wasn’t cold or anything, but having my clothes stick to me wasn’t appealing.
“I’ll take you upstairs to shower, and you can change into one of my shirts for a little bit.”
Why did that sound so sensual in my ears? Something was wrong with me.
“Yeah, that sounds fine,” I tried to mumble back, ignoring my ever-present nerves.
Leading the way, he strolled toward the glass stairs. He then led me toward what I presumed was his bedroom.
He had a Japanese style bedframe. All white with a hint of navy blue. It was quite a room. and for reasons I didn’t want to acknowledge, my heart stampeded against my chest.
Downright anxious, I tried to avoid his passionate gaze while I was dripping wet in the middle of his bedroom. Distracted, he strode into the bathroom before stepping out, donning only his Calvin’s on. Blazing hot, a walking epitome of muscled flawlessness and with a chiseled face that would make the gods weep. He was indisputably the most beautiful human specimen I had ever seen. Perfection personified.
While I trembled and quaked, River barely glanced at me as he proceeded toward the coffee table where my purse was located before pulling my phone out. I viewed him with trepidation as he then strode purposely toward me, handing me the phone. Color me confused.
“What are you doing?”
“Call him,” He calmly stated, unblinking, unwavering. He just stood there, patiently waiting, watching the wheels turn in my head.
My throat constricted as I timidly peered at him. “Call who?”
“Parker.”
