Page 4 of Monster: King of Nevada

Rue: Don’t be angry with me.

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Rue: Promise to give her a chance.

Nick: Stop ignoring my fucking wife.

I chuckle at his anger. The man is always pissed off unless he’s between his sweet wife’s legs. His obsession was startling at first.

Rue: I swear she’s the last girl I’ll send, just give her a real chance.

I finally type out an answer.

Me: She’s got forty-eight hours.

Two days is long enough to say I tried while avoiding someone who will only say what she thinks I want to hear so she can get her greedy hands on my fucking money. I don’t have time for that kind of bullshit.

All the girls Rue sent my way have been one of two things: gold diggers or lacking a backbone.

While I want a submissive woman, I want one who’s able to stand up for what she wants and not take my shitty fucking attitude all the time. Money means nothing to me, so the gold diggers didn’t bother me, but they weren’t putting in the effort to give me what I wanted, so they lasted less than a week.

Rue: She might need more time than that.

Fuck me.

Me: Did you send me a fucking project, Rue?

Nick: Don’t fucking swear at her.

Me: Fuck off.

Rue: Please, Theias, just give her a real chance. She won’t open up until she trusts you and you’ll have to work for that. I swear, Ella is worth every ounce of effort.

Fuck.Rue has never fought for or spoken about the other girls like this. Of course, I’m going to give in.

Me: All right, fine. One month. Sorry for swearing.

Rue: Thank you! You won’t regret this, I swear!

We’ll see about that.

Leaning my head back, I close my eyes until we arrive at the mansion I purchased a decade ago. I spent four years renovating it and then waiting for the perfect woman to gift it to. If Rue is correct, then this Ella girl could be her, though I doubt it. I’m tooold to trust in the word of a hormonal woman who just gave birth a few months ago.

The cool desert breeze invigorates me as Owen opens my door and waits for me to step out. He doesn’t push me to move faster than I’m ready to, but I sense his impatience as I take my sweet fucking time.

Stepping into the night, the moon is bright, the sky clear, and out here, I can see the millions of stars in the sky as coyotes howl in the distance. There’s a peace that always settles inside me on nights like this.

Moving up the steps to the house, Lucas opens the door before I reach for the handle. “We’ll be having a guest soon, Luke. Can you ensure one of the east wing rooms is prepared in the morning?”

“Uh…” There’s a subtle tone in his hesitation.

I glance at his face, and it’s apparent that he wants to say something but is unsure of my mood right now. “What?” I snap.

“She’s already arrived.” His eyes shift to the back of the house, where I can now hear the distinct thumping of bass from some Taylor Swift song.

“Fucking hell,” I curse. “I’m going to bed.”

I’m not in the mood to deal with her tonight. I won’t force politeness when all I want is to crash for the next twelve hours before dealing with business in the morning.

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