Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 25003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
I stare at her in wonderment since I can’t imagine how Celeste finds the time, and she shrugs. “This is where I got my start.”
“I’m proud of you, love.” I kiss her temple and pull out a chair for her to sit. Turning my attention to the rat in the suit, I say, “Now, can we please get this show on the road so we can go home and feed our babies?” Having dealt with men like him all my life, he gives off shady vibes. I’m letting this fucker, in no uncertain terms, know I’m the babies’ father and to back off because I’m being polite in front of my woman, but I’m tempted to drop him fast.
“Yes, here are the documents. You need to sign for the check. Although I’m sure Mr. Snow’s assistant will have the house up for sale soon, anyway. They can put it back on the market in ten days.”
“What? Does that mean?”
“Nothing to you, dear. We will handle that matter. When you have a lot of money to throw around, you can buy and sell money at a whim, especially if you’re paying outright for it.”
“Oh, well. It’s none of my business, anyway. It’s out of my hands. Now if you’ll excuse us.”
“If you ever want to get rid of your home, I’m always here.”
“Thank you, but we’re keeping it,” I informed him. Whether we live here or in New York, it doesn’t matter because we’re keeping her family home. She obviously wanted to sell her grandfather’s home instead of her current house on Holly Lane. The massive check she just received means her grandfather’s home must have been large and extremely nice. She could have kept that one and sold the current home, so I assume she preferred her home.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes.” She smiles at me before turning to the realtor. “Thank you for handling the matter for me.”
“It’s what I’m here to do. Thank you for going with me instead of one of your New York clients.”
“Holly Hills is my home, Mr. Sanders. Tell Elle I said hi.” I helped her out of her seat.
“I will.”
“Don’t forget your paperwork.”
“Sorry,” she says. “I’m not always this forgetful.”
“Is something wrong?” I ask as we step out onto the sidewalk.
“No, it’s just when you look at me…” She hasn’t finished her sentence, so I wait.
“What, love?” She blushes and ducks her head.
I tip her chin and stare. “Well, I get all girly and forget myself.”
“That’s fucking good, babe. That’s really good because I’m sure I cost Nox Sawyer Investments a lot of money over the past few months just thinking about you.” I bring her closer and taste her soft lips just lightly. “Let’s get you fed and then naked because I’m not done with you—not in the least.”
“I’m hungry for some tacos. Do you like tacos?”
“Who doesn’t? If that’s what you want, I’ll take you wherever you want to go.”
“We have a place here that makes pretty good ones.”
“Then lead the way.”
“Ooh I’m so hungry.” She rubs her tummy and licks her lips.
I press my hand to the small of her back as I direct her back to my SUV and say, “Give me the address and I’ll drive us there.”
“It’s right across the street.”
“Okay, can we leave my vehicle here?”
“Yep.” I take her arm and wrap it under mine and we cross the street to stop in the restaurant. We have several onlookers as we take our seats. “Sorry, I’m sure everyone’s curious about you.”
“It’s okay, Celeste. I should have been by your side and they wouldn’t be so damn curious.”
“That’s my fault not yours. If I’d given you a chance to explain or anything.”
“Let’s put it behind us. I’m here where I belong. God, you’re so beautiful and I’m the luckiest man around.” I nearly choke up on the thought that she’s actually mine. The past few months have been pure torture, but we’re finally here.
We ordered some tacos and some guacamole.
“So you no longer live in the city?”
“No, I couldn’t risk running into you again.” I nod while she blushes. It’s something that I understand, but I wish never had happened. If I caught her before she
The server comes back with our food pretty quickly.
We dig in and I’m surprised that they’re not bad. “Have you ever been to Chicago?” I ask.
“No, I haven’t.”
“I’ll have to take you some day. We have some great spots where the Mexican food is to die for.”
“I’d love that. Do you have a home there too?”
“That’s where we grew up and yes, my brother and I both have homes there. I only came for the week when we met. Unfortunately, I had to leave that Monday because I had a board meeting in Chicago. My brother was finishing up the work and he and his wife were looking at places while we were trying to get that sinking ship back afloat.”