Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 87629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
“No, you don’t understand. You call all other women love. I don’t want to be all other women.”
I smile again…and wince again. “I understand. How about love of my life?”
She sighs—a soft and flawless sound that wisps against my cheek.
“Perfect.”
Epilogue
Jackson
A month later…
After a particularly satisfying scene, I kiss Mandy on the back of her left shoulder—right on the tattoo of two sweet cherries she got after our first scene at the club as two people in love. We visited the tattoo parlor together, and after getting some color enhancement on my eagle, I got the same cherries on my ankle, with Mandy written under them.
We dress and head back to the main room of the club, until Mandy tugs on my arm. “I want to go into one of the big rooms.”
“The exhibition rooms?”
“Yeah. You’re still my teacher, after all. I want to see what else we can do here.”
Damn. I’ll be ready to go again in mere minutes. This woman never ceases to amaze me.
We enter hand in hand. A quick scan of the room shows three different scenes.
Mandy holds my hand, squeezes it, and then nearly cuts off my blood supply. “Oh my God!”
“What is it, love of my life?”
She doesn’t reply. Her gaze is fixed upon the scene in the corner—a man and woman, both dressed in leather, the woman bound and strapped to a pole and the man taking her hard from behind.
He looks familiar.
Very familiar.
“Shit. Is that…?”
“It’s Penn,” Mandy says dryly. “My sister’s fiancé. Their wedding is in a month. And that woman he’s screwing? Is not Frankie.”