Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
“That sounds traumatic.”
“It was definitely unexpected. I keep a gun in my desk now.”
“Hopefully, you never have to use it.”
“I changed security measures after that happened.” He peeled off the shirt and tossed it onto the chair. “Different rules, different cameras, different passcodes…stuff like that. This guy had managed to set up a wire transfer that couldn’t be detected by the federal government…which was pretty impressive.”
“Were you scared?” I asked.
“There was no time to be scared. All I could think about was the right moment to knock the gun out of his hand.” When he was shirtless, he took another drink. “But enough of that.” He stood in his slacks and his belt, his upper body so tight, lean, and muscular.
“Dinner with your brother was painfully awkward…”
He shook his head. “We aren’t doing that either.”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t want to.” He held the glass in his hand and shook it slightly, making the ice cubes move.
I lifted the halter piece of my dress and pulled it over my neck so the dress fell to the ground. I wore no bra because that wasn’t possible. I only wore a tiny black thong.
He slowly looked me up and down, taking in my tits the most. “You have the perfect body, you know that?” He set the empty glass down and walked toward me, his palms reaching for my boobs. He gripped them both and swiped his thumb across the nipples. “Tiny waist…big tits…perky ass…beautiful face.” His eyes moved to mine again, their dark color drilling into mine.
“Answer my questions.” I lowered his hands from my body.
Disappointment flooded his gaze. “That’s mean.”
“You know I like to tease you.”
“You mean torture. You like to torture me.” He glanced at my tits again before he stepped back and lowered himself onto the couch. “What do you want to know?”
“How long ago did that happen?”
“What?”
I moved close to him, my legs touching his knees. “The gunman.”
“About three years ago.”
“Have you ever seen a therapist about it?”
He scoffed. “No, sweetheart. I don’t need a therapist. The memory of that day doesn’t give me nightmares. It doesn’t keep me up at night. It doesn’t bother me at all.” He relaxed against the back of the couch, his tight body still sexy despite his posture. His broad shoulders were wide and strong, and his powerful chest was like a brick wall.
“What happened with your brother?” I pushed down my thong and pulled it over my long legs until it turned into a pile at my feet.
He stared right at my pussy. “I don’t like to think about my brother when my dick is rock-hard.”
“This seems to be the only way I can get you to talk.” I moved into his lap and straddled his hips, feeling his hard dick underneath me. His slacks kept his dick contained, but the outline couldn’t be denied.
“I talk all the time.”
“About serious stuff.”
“We’re just friends, right? Do we really need to talk about serious stuff?”
“I think we do when we have dinner with your brother and you don’t say a single word to each other.” I planted my hands against his chest, feeling how warm and hard he was. I could feel his rock-hard length underneath me, so thick it seemed like his slacks couldn’t contain him.
He rested his head against the back of the couch and sighed. “It’s not a good story.”
“I figured.” My hands glided to his shoulders. “Now, tell me.”
“Alright.” His hands rested on my hips as he looked me in the eye. “That woman he was with is his fiancée.”
“Yeah, she mentioned that at dinner.”
“Well, five years ago, before she was his fiancée…she was my girlfriend.”
Since I couldn’t picture Slate in a relationship at all, I couldn’t believe what he said. All he did was pay to fuck virgins, but prior to that, there was a single woman in his bed. “Really? You and her?”
He nodded. “We were together for a few months. I wouldn’t say it was serious, but we were exclusive. Then she started putting on the pressure for marriage. I thought that was strange because we’d only been together for six months. I told her I wasn’t in that headspace at all, that marriage didn’t interest me. Shortly after that, I caught her cheating on me—with Coen.”
I gasped at the betrayal. “Oh my god…”
“I wasn’t angry with her, even though what she did was wrong. I was livid with him because he’s my brother…and his actions were wrong on so many levels. On top of that, we were close. We weren’t just brothers…but friends. I confronted him about it, and he said it’d been going on for a while. I might have been able to let it go if she’d disappeared and we’d moved on from it, but he’s been dating her ever since. Now they’re getting married. He basically chose her over his own brother…and I’ve never been able to get over that.” His eyes drifted down to my thighs, while he rubbed his thumb against my hip. “My hatred and resentment have only grown. Now he wants to marry her without a prenup, and that directly affects me. She wants to be part of the company when she has no business doing anything.”