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)
I’ve been throwing myself into work to try and get on with it. I just wish I didn’t have to come to this stupid jail anymore. My job is really starting to piss me off. I think I need a change. Coby Allender totally freaked me out on my last visit to the courthouse when he stared at me like his next meal the whole time, he’s a frigging scary son of a bitch. Henry has assured me I am in the safe room today and he can’t see me, so I guess that’s a bonus. I wait in the observation room in a daydream, with a prison warden sitting next to me. Where is that spunky boy anyway? Jaxon…Jasper…Johnathon, what’s his name again? At least his annoying flirting keeps my mind occupied and off serial killers and my beautiful Lamborghini. I’m starting to think of Joshua with fondness again: six days…it didn’t take long. The door opens behind me and I keep my eyes firmly on the window in front.
“Swap seats,” I hear a husky whispered voice say.
I turn to see Mr. Cheeky falling into the seat beside me. “Hey, Doc. Did you miss me?”
I smirk at him and turn my eyes back to the window. “Yes, totally.” I frown as I try to remember his name.
“Jesten,” he smirks.
“Oh, right, sorry. I’m hopeless with names,” I whisper so the other guard can’t hear me.
“Yeah, I noticed.” He smirks. “Most girls remember mine though. How come you don’t?”
I roll my eyes. “I see you’re still full of
yourself.” He laughs out loud and raises an eyebrow.
We watch as the door opens and Coby Allender is led into the room, my blood runs cold just seeing the creep. I wonder if he really is a serial killer or is just so insane that he likes the game of fooling everyone into thinking he is. They still think he has an accomplice, but I’m not so sure.
“Are you giving me your number today?” Jesten whispers in my ear.
“Sshh,” I whisper. “I’m listening,” I reply as I keep my eyes firmly on the screen.
“This guy is boring. Listen to me instead,” he whispers back.
I giggle, this guy really is a dick. “No, I’m not giving you my number. I told you I’m not into you,” I whisper.
“Fuck off, all girls are into me.”
I giggle again. Total idiot. “Not me.”
“Do you always lie compulsively? Or is it just when you’re in the presence of greatness?” he whispers as his eyes stay on the screen.
I smirk at his ridiculous confidence. “No…only to losers. Aren’t you going out with short and slutty Barbie anyway?”
He burst out laughing. “Not that I know of.”
“Oh,” I smirk. “What happened to her?”
“I sort of told this other hot girl to think of me while she had sex with her boyfriend to piss him off, not realizing it would also piss her off.”
I giggle as I shake my head. “You are an idiot,” I whisper. “Yeah, funny, she said that too.”
I have to admit this stupid banter really does get my mind off things. The interview begins and we fall silent. I sit riveted to my seat.
“Are we being watched today?” Coby asks he looks at the double sided glass.
“Yes,” Henry replies.
“Is Natasha here today?” he sneers.
I frown. How does he know my name?
“It is none of your concern who is here as a witness today,” Henry replies calmly.
Coby smiles at the screen. “Natasha, dear, I have something of yours in my possession.”
I frown and Jesten leans over to me. “Don’t listen to him, he’s trying to mess with you. He does it to everyone.”
I nod as I swallow the lump in my throat. “Ok, thanks,” I whisper. He smiles at the screen again. “It smells divine, Natasha.” God, he’s creepy. I start to sweat as fear grips me.
“It’s pink and perfect. Tell me dear…was it a tight fit?” he questions.
Huh…what the hell? My eyes widen in horror as his sick eyes look straight through me.
“Tell me, how many orgasms have you had on that vibrator, Natasha? Do they feel good? Do they feel like cock?”
My face drops. Holy fuck. I stand in a rush and run for the door. Oh my God…it was him. He’s got it. How…how did he even know who I am? Who was in my apartment? I run into the hallway and feel Jesten’s arm around my waist.
“What’s wrong?” he whispers.
My eyes are wide and before I can think what I am saying I blurt out. “My house was robbed last week, and my vibrator was stolen and he has it.”
He frowns. “What?”
I nod frantically. “It was pink, and he just asked me how many orgasms I had on it. What the hell is that about?” I snap.
“Jesus, stay in here. I will go and get someone,” he mutters. “No, don’t leave me. What if he gets me?” I stammer as I grab onto his shirt in fright.