Beauty and the Gentleman Read Online Lucy Darling

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
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I head back toward my office. Tiffany pops up as I pass her desk. “I told you that you could go home hours ago.”

“You might need something. Like dinner? Should I order something?” she suggests.

“No, I’m going to eat dinner with Faith.” She follows me into my office. “I sent you the reports you asked for and set up the meeting like you asked. I added it to your calendar.”

“Thanks.” I snag my phone off my desk. “Did you touch my phone?”

“I was going to see if your phone and your office calendar linked up, but it rang while I was doing it.”

“On what planet is it okay to touch anyone’s cell phone without asking?”

Her face flushes. “I was trying to be helpful.” I click my phone to see who called. Shit, I missed a facetime call from Faith.

“What would have been more helpful is if you would have left when I told you to go.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. King.” Maybe I’m overreacting. I’ve been on edge all week. As crazy as it sounds, I think I’m going through some kind of withdrawal from Faith. I’m so used to seeing her all day every day that I haven’t been adjusting well to barely seeing her.

“Don’t ever touch my phone again.” She nods and turns to leave. “Tiffany,” I call, stopping her. She spins back around to face me. “If Faith ever calls this office or any line for that matter, you get me on the line. I don’t care what I’m doing. She’s priority number one for me.”

Her lips purse, but she nods in agreement.

I know a lot of people choose to put work over their families. My own dad was that way at one time. But he changed once my mom Fawn had entered his life. She made him realize that there was more to life than work. So, since I was little, he drilled into my head that you can have both. That family always comes first at the end of the day.

I click my texts and see a message. Well, fuck me. Faith is pissed. I don’t blame her. If some asshole answered her phone I’d lose my mind. Still, she should know there must have been some strange circumstances for that ever to happen.

I grab the rest of my shit, heading out of the office and straight for her. I debated with myself all day if it was a good idea to have her spend the weekend at my place.

I want her there so damn bad, but with my self-control slipping, I’m not sure it’s the best idea. I’m one taste away from breaking my promise to her parents. From claiming her and taking her fully.

I think I’m hesitant because it would be different this time. It’s my place. No one else would be around. I’m not sure I can pull myself back much longer. I lick my lips, thinking about how sweet she always tastes when my tongue strokes her pussy.

By the time I reach the party, my dick is hard as a rock. My heart pounds. I hit the porch stairs. There are two men standing by the doorstep in front of it to block my way.

“No freshman males,” one says. I almost laugh at the asshole because there isn’t a person on this earth that’s going to keep me from getting to Faith.

“Do I look like a fucking freshman?” I take a step toward him.

“I’ve never seen you before.” He wisely takes a step back.

“Move. My girl is in there.” He hesitates. “I won’t ask again.”

“Whatever,” he mumbles, stepping out of my way. The smell of cheap beer and smoke surrounds me as soon as I step into the house. It’s easy to search around with how tall I am, but I don’t see Faith or Whitney anywhere. I pull out my phone to double check her location. It says she’s still here. I need to look into some more advanced technology that can make this shit more precise. I’ll bring that up next week.

The sound of Faith’s laughter fills my ear. I follow it through the living room and then into the dining room, where I find both the girls. They’re playing beer pong and only have one cup left to make. The other team is two boys in striped polos and khakis who are looking a bit pissed. I’m sure they thought they’d have a fun game. Beat the girls and then maybe get their numbers or something more.

That isn't happening. Not only because I know my girl wouldn’t hand her number out to some random schmuck, but Faith and Whitney are killers at beer pong. I swear those two are scary when they team up. There isn't anything that they can't conquer.

Faith’s eyes come to me, and she starts to smile before it quickly turns into a glare. She doesn’t wave or come over to me; she goes back to the game. My phone goes off in my hand as Faith knocks one of the balls off when blue polo tries to bounce it.


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