Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 98418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
It's been nearly a week since she left my office. A week since I was inside her, and it's. All. I. Can. Think. Of! As a result I'm spending more time in the office. When I'm at home I find myself thinking about my life. About how I have everything I could possibly want and I've always been happy with. My steady stream of women, the partying, the nice house, fast cars, but something is missing. When I think about that my mind instantly flicks to Lilly and how much I enjoy being around her, even when it's just our standard bickering, even when she's just being an infuriating tease. That quick fuck in the office was probably the closest I’ve ever come to feeling anything other than an orgasm during sex. This line of thought freaks me the fuck out and so obviously I try to avoid it at all cost, even if it means staring at mind numbing spread sheets all day.
I'm going through said boring as shit spread sheets at home on Wednesday evening when my little sister Cat calls me.
"Hey. Long time no speak." I say jokingly. Cat and I usually see each other a couple of times a week and speak most days, but I haven't spoken to her since dinner on Sunday before she left for Italy.
"What can I say. Some of us lead fabulous glamorous lives that leave us with little time for chit chat." She laughs.
"Not even for your brother." I scoff.
"You know you're my favourite brother. That's why I'm calling you all the way from Milan." Her high tinkling voice makes me smile.
"Aren't I privileged. I'm guessing this isn't just a catch up then?"
"Actually I wanted to invite you to dinner when I get back at the end of the month." She says.
"Oh?" There's usually a reason for Cat's dinners.
"Well..." She sighs. "I've been seeing this guy." There it is. She sounds nervous. "I'd like you to meet him..."
"No, you wouldn't." I laugh.
She huffs a laugh. "You're right, but I've been seeing him a while and I've met all his family. I've explained that I don't have much family, what with Will being in Paris, so that just leaves you...I did warn him."
"Okay." I say calmly.
"Oh god, please be nice Theo. Don't do the arsehole big brother routine." she whines.
"So long as he's the arsehole trying to get into my sisters pants, he'll get nothing less."
"Theo..." she sounds like a stroppy teenager. "I'm twenty two!"
"Doesn't matter, you're my baby sister. Is he as bad as that last prick?"
She doesn't reply only sighs. "Anyway, enough about my love life. You never told me who that red head was the other night." She changes the subject quickly.
"She's no-one. She works for my solicitors."
"No. She's someone to you. I could tell by the way you looked at her. You've never looked at anyone like that." Damn it, she's so bloody observant. I take a deep breath. "Don't lie to me. I'll know." She adds before I can speak.
"She's, well like I said a solicitor..." What is she to me? "I guess I’d like her to be something to me." I'm met with silence on the other end of the line. "What is it Cat?" I sigh.
"Nothing...just...I've never known you want anyone before. I mean you've always got some bimbo hanging off you at parties and stuff, but you've never had a girlfriend. I've never even heard of you going on a date."
"I don't want to now... I guess she's just different. I'm interested in her."
She snorts. "Of course you're interested. She's one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen!"
"Well she's not really speaking to me anyway so it's null and void..."
She sighs. "What did you do?"
"Nothing. She just freaked out. Personally I think she's being very stereotypical. She assumes I’m some kind of rich playboy who's a total arse." I would never tell Cat that I fucked her on my desk prior to the freak out.
"Well you kind of are with women. If you like her then you need to show her." The dreamy little sigh in her voice does not escape my notice, I'm not sure Cat’s the best person to take advice from, but out of her or Hugo, Cat wins by a mile.
"I've made it pretty clear. I even sent her flowers!"
“Really!? You must really like her.” She laughs. "Persistence is the key. Invite her to one of your parties, it's less intense. Makes it more of a casual social thing."
"Um, you clearly haven't been to one of my parties lately..." I smirk.
"Oh god, you're right, there'll be bimbo's and tequila, not to mention Hugo." I can hear the disgust in her voice. "On second thought maybe not...Oh I've got to go, but I'll call you when I'm back okay."
"Sure. See you soon Kitty Cat." I hang up as she starts whining about her old nickname.