Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 49949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
After I’m done using the toilet, I look in the mirror while washing my hands, trying to shake the insecurity I’m still feeling. Sifting through my bag, I grab my makeup kit and touch up my mascara and eyeliner.
I yank my hair down from the bun and pull it back into a neat, low ponytail. Spritzing myself with my favorite cherry-vanilla body splash, I wish I had brought a change of clothes. To think, I packed all of my makeup and hair supplies, but I forgot to pack something to change into.
As I’m about to leave the bathroom, I notice another door on the other side of the room. Being nosey, I open the door and see that it leads to Kane’s bedroom.
Stepping into his room, I practically drool over the king-size bed as I imagine Kane lying naked on it. I walk over to the bed and run my hand over the gray and navy comforter. Peeking my head down the hallway, I make sure no one is coming before sitting down and bouncing up and down on the mattress once before becoming gutsier.
Lying back on the bed, my body sinks into the mattress, and my head does the same to the pillow. Kane’s scent fills my senses. It’s manly—cedar with a hint of bergamot. I bury my face in the pillow, relishing in his smell and in the comfort of his bed.
Between the looks Kane has been giving me and being in his bedroom, I can’t help but feel my hormones take over. I imagine a world where Kane wants me, and the sexiness that encompassed me earlier comes back, replacing my insecurities for the time being.
I come back to my senses and realize that if my father or Kane sees me lying in here, I’ll be reprimanded and humiliated. Quickly sitting up, I fix the pillow and stand up to fix the bedspread. As I’m about to walk out, I can’t resist the urge to open the nightstand drawer next to the bed, not sure what I’m hoping to find inside.
Only four things are inside the drawer: a crime novel, condoms, a journal, and a pen. Upon seeing the condoms, jealousy overwhelms me as I wonder what other women have been in this bed with him. With his gorgeous face and sexy body, not to mention his alpha male persona, he could have any woman he wants.
My heart sinks just thinking about that fact. Get real, Renee. Why would Kane be looking at me? Maybe it wasn’t because he liked what he saw or because he didn’t like what he saw either.
Maybe he was looking at me because he sees me as a little girl still and doesn’t think I should be showing my body off for that reason alone. Out of the three reasons I’ve come up with, that one seems the most likely, knowing how Kane must see me.
I pick up the moleskin journal, surprised Kane would keep one. It doesn’t seem like his style. He’s a tough guy, and usually, tough guys don’t write in diaries.
Flipping open the journal to the latest entry, I start reading as I sit back down on the bed.
I can feel her hard nipples against my chest as she hugs me goodbye. Instantly, my dick hardens, and I know I have to be inside her. My sweet girl. I bet she tastes like cherry, just like the scent she wears.
My pussy is wet instantaneously, and I almost come on Kane’s bed. I wonder who he is talking about. I turn the page, and my mouth drops open in shock.
Placing my hands on Renee’s juicy ass, she squeaks in surprise before I kiss her sexy lips. Like everything else on her body, Renee’s lips are full and beautiful.
Holy shit! I wasn’t imagining things. Kane wants to fuck me! I quickly throw the journal in my bag and shut the drawer. I straighten the bed once more and hurry out of Kane’s bedroom. I can feel the wetness between my legs as I hurry down the stairs.
Kane and Daddy are in the kitchen cleaning up as I try to appear casual.
“Are you okay?” Daddy asks. “I was getting worried about you,” he chuckles.
Kane is squatting down with a paper towel, cleaning up something he dropped. He glances up at me, but his eyes never make it past my bikini bottoms. Oh God! He can probably see how wet I am.
“I’m fine,” I say, casually dropping my bag over the front of my body. “I just wanted to freshen up.”
I hurry out to the patio and grab my towel to wrap around my waist. I throw on my cover-up before helping bring in any other items that were left outside.
“Still cold, huh?” Kane asks with a smirk.
“I’m okay,” I say, not looking him in the eye. “I’ll take dish duty.”