Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 58808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
“Fuck some sense into him, would you?”
“I’m not even sure pussy will help that attitude.” I laugh and head to the office. I find him at his desk, head down, looking at his computer. He glances up at me as I enter.
“What crawled up your ass and died?” I ask, pushing in, so I’m standing between him and the desk. He reaches out and grabs me. “You don’t want to give me my job back?”
“No.”
“Why? I was good at my job.”
“Because you don’t need to work,” he points out. “You have a house and a limitless credit card. So go and live a little. Book a trip somewhere. Fucking do anything you want, just not here.”
“But you’re here.” I pout a little.
“I’ll go with you,” he tells me. I reach for his hands, but he wraps them tighter around me before I can do anything. “Wherever you want to go. When you run, I run with you from now on.”
“Want to run to Iceland? I’ve always wanted to,” I joke, though I really do want to go to Iceland. “You can be my Viking, and we can fuck in the snow.”
“I don’t need frostbite on my ass, but I’m sure we can make it work.” He winks.
“Good. And when we come back, I want my job back,” I state firmly. “You don’t need to buy me.”
“I’m not buying you. I’m helping you. Giving you things in life you’ve only ever had to work for, things parents should have helped you with. Or family. Fuck, anyone.”
“Can we get married in Paris?” I ask. “I want to go there too.”
“Wherever you go, I follow.”
I beam at him. “Okay. Now kiss me so we can go already.”
Grayson wastes no time before he leans up and does just that.
Kisses the ever-loving fuck out of me.
And I can’t begin to tell you how happy that makes my soul.
Having him.
All of him.
I’m one lucky bitch.