Enemies to Lovers by Gena Showalter

Author:Gena Showalter
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HQN Books
Published: 2020-05-15T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

THE MUSIC BEAT in tune to West’s heart: hard, too fast and with an undertone of desperate need. He’d once thought there could be no greater torture than cocaine withdrawals. The chills, the aches, the tremors and the bone-deep physical pain. Days…weeks of it. Wondering if he’d survive, some nights praying he wouldn’t. And when every symptom faded, the gut-wrenching cravings for the high he’d once loved.

But this…worrying about Jessie Kay, hungering for her and yet trying to keep her at a distance, was far worse. And it was killing him.

He didn’t mean to worry, but how could he not wonder if he would lose her the way he’d lost Tessa? She’d be here one day and gone the next.

At least they were together in the madness. She hungered for him, too.

But to have her, he’d have to do a lot more than offer long term.

He’d read her list. See his future in her eyes? Done. Cuddle her just because? Pretty please with a cherry on top of her. Fight for her? With pleasure. To him, there weren’t other women in the world.

And yes, he could fall in love with this girl.

An addiction? So what. No longer a problem. He would willingly deal with the consequences.

What he couldn’t do? Stop hovering. His past still pulled his strings. He also couldn’t offer forever. Not yet. And if he couldn’t offer forever, he couldn’t “always be there for her.”

For the next five years, he could only offer two months out of every twelve. After that, when the clock zeroed out, the game would change and he could be with anyone he wanted for however long he desired.

His hand tightened on his glass of water, causing the ice cubes to clink together. He just had to get through the next five years.

Would she wait for him?

Could he ask her to?

“A thousand dollars for your thoughts,” Beck said.

West snapped out of his head and into the present. He was at Black Cherry, a nightclub in the heart of Oklahoma City. He and his friends sat at the most coveted table in the upstairs VIP lounge, where music wasn’t as loud and they could actually hear each other speak. Even better, they had an unobstructed view of the dance floor below, where Jessie Kay, Brook Lynn and Harlow danced with abandon.

“Most people would only pay a penny.” And they still wouldn’t get their money’s worth.

“Inflation,” Beck said with a shrug. “Plus, I’m like the devilishly handsome, filthy rich alpha tycoon in Harlow’s favorite romance novel. I can afford it.”

“You’re humble, too.” Jase drained his soda and frowned at West. “I can’t believe I have to say this—again—but I don’t like seeing you this way.”

“You mean unmanned?” Obsessed and possessed.

“So determined to cling to your misery.”

Not miserable. Not anymore. I’m tormented. His gaze sought Jessie Kay. She lifted her arms above her head, her wrists crossing as she gyrated her hips. A highly sexual move, something she would do in bed with him. Sweat beaded on his forehead as blistering heat swept through him.

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