Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 160782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 804(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 804(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
“The nurses are going to think you’re a nympho.”
He smirks. “Then they would be right, wouldn’t they?”
I smirk and in two minutes flat Joshua is dressed and heading out of the bathroom to answer the door. I take my time and twenty minutes later I emerge from the bathroom to find the doctor and Cameron in the room talking to Joshua. Cameron’s eyes shoot up to me and he bites his lip to stifle his smile. Boy, this is uncomfortable. They know exactly what we have been doing.
“I’m going to get a coffee, Josh,” I whisper uncomfortably.
His eyes lock on mine and he smiles a knowing smile. His eyes gently drop from my head to my toes and he runs his tongue over his bottom lip. I feel a familiar throb of arousal as his gaze burns holes through my clothes.
“Take Max, Presh. Can you get me and Cam one as well?” he says gently.
I nod and he holds out his hand for me. As I take it, he pulls me in for a quick peck on the lips.
Cameron rolls his eyes. As I am grabbing my purse there’s a knock on the door.
“Come in,” Cameron yells.
Ben sticks his head through the door. “Josh, there are two policemen here to see you.”
Josh’s eyes flick straight to me. I frown.
“Give me a minute,” he replies. He turns to me, “Go and get the coffee, Presh. I will be about twenty minutes. Call your mum or the girls.”
I smile and nod as I leave the room. He is trying to get rid of me. What in the hell is this about? Two policemen are waiting outside. Ben, along with Joshua’s other two bodyguards, all enter the room after the police. I frown. That’s weird, why do the bodyguards have to hear what is said. Actually, what is being said?
I turn to Max, “What’s going on?”
“Let’s go for a walk, honey,” he sighs.
One thing that I am becoming increasingly aware of is that Max only calls me honey when he feels pity for me.
Joshua
“This is Constable Mathews and Detective Stevens,” Ben introduces the two policemen.
I shake both of their hands and stay silent as I wait for them to speak.
“Mr. Stanton, we have found your car.”
Relief fills me. “Oh good. Is it a write off?” I reply.
The detective frowns at me. “It seems we have bigger problems than your car being stolen.”
I frown, “What does that mean? Where was my car?”
Ben and the officer trade glances. “Your car was found parked in the parking garage of your offices.”
I frown. “But why?”
“We think that Friday night was not just a random car robbery. We think it was supposed to be a premeditated hit.”
“Hit?” Cameron interjects. “Why do you think that?”
“Because your Aston Martin is worth $220,000 and it was returned without a scratch.”
I drop to sit on the bed as the information sinks in. “That’s ridiculous,” spits Cameron. “Who in the hell would order a hit on Joshua?”
My eyes flick over to Ben. “Ben, can you go and make sure Natasha is ok. She’s at the cafeteria.”
He nods and leaves the room, understanding my fear. I don’t really care if they order a hit on me. My fear is for Natasha. The only way to hurt me is to hurt her. Bile rises in my stomach.
“Let’s go through Friday night’s events again,” the detective says.
I blow out a breath and nod. “I was at Willowvale and I decided to leave.”
“What time was that?” he asks as he scribbles down some notes.
I shrug, “About ten.”
“Where was your security?”
“They had gone to bed and I just needed to get home.” My eyes flick to Cam and he gives me a small smile.
“Okay, what happened then?” he asks as he scribbles notes on a pad.
“I pulled in for gas and then when I went to pay, I was jumped by three men. We scuffled and then they got a hold of me and we fought a bit. I don’t know for how long. The service station attendant must have called the police because a police siren came and then they all ran off and jumped in my car and took off.”
The policeman smiles. “We watched the security footage. You gave two of them a hiding. Where did you learn to fight like that?”
I shake my head, “I cage fight for sport.”
The detective raises his eyebrows, “I think that sport may have saved your life. They had a gun, the guy at the back in the footage pulled it out just before the police came.”
I run my hand over my face.
“A fucking gun,” Cameron snaps. “This is bullshit, who in the hell would want him dead? You’re the police. Do some- thing about this. What are you going to do about this?”
I blow out a breath as my nerves hit a new level. “Peter, can you go and check on Natasha. Why is she taking so long?”