Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 15397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 77(@200wpm)___ 62(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 77(@200wpm)___ 62(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
“I can’t find the paperwork anywhere. It almost like it’s been erased and never happened.” Brent leans back as if the few inches will save him from my anger. It’s thick in the air now.
“Sir,” Mindy says, her voice low and calm as she correctly reads my mood.
“Not now,” I tell her, not even looking her way.
She makes an irritated sound and I know she thinks whatever she has to tell me is important. Nothing is more important than my wife, and Mindy knows that, so she doesn’t push like she normally would.
“How is that even possible?” I growl out.
“To be honest, I think someone went in and did it. Someone doesn’t want the two of you married.”
Immediately I’ve got a mental list of people who wouldn’t want us married. Starting with her parents and then down to every fucker who looks at her. Even that little prick at the coffee shop who always gives her extra caramel in her coffee.
“Fuck them,” I throw back at my lawyer because I’ll fix this now. “Mindy!” I bellow out, and my assistant comes strolling back into my office looking bored. We’ve worked together too long now for my temper to faze her.
“Get me a priest. I’m getting married today,” I say, then freeze when I see my wife standing behind Mindy.
“And who will you be marrying today, husband of mine?” She tilts her head and reveals a small teasing smile.
“I was going to tell you your wife was on the way up,” Mindy adds before walking out of my office, knowing she won that round.
Blakely waits for me to answer her.
“Come here, wife,” I command as I push my hands off my desk and stand up. Normally I call her dream girl, but now the need to call her wife has lodged itself in my throat. I have to remind myself that no matter what a piece of paper says, she’s mine. But I’m going to get that goddamn piece of paper.
Chapter 3
Blakely
I hear Mindy laugh under her breath as she goes to her desk. My feet carry me straight to my husband and I smile at Brent as I pass him. Daniel pulls me to him and kisses me hard, making my mind flash to the first time we ever kissed.
We’d both been at some fundraiser and my dad introduced me to him. He’d whispered a warning to stay away from Daniel, but I remember it being odd because my father acted totally different in front of him. After that first meeting I did my best to avoid him as my father told me, even though I didn't want to. Then he took the choice right out of my hands when he grabbed me by the wrist as I was exiting the ladies’ room. He led me into a dark room and before I could even say a word his mouth was on mine. Without a word I knew I was his and I haven’t spent a night away from him since. Daniel made sure of that and I didn’t put up a fight. I let myself fall in love with him because it was too easy not to.
I slide my hand up his chest and I can feel a low rumble there. With one touch he makes me forget about the rest of the world and it’s only the two of us.
“Sir. Brent’s still here,” Mindy says, breaking the moment.
I laugh as he places a soft kiss on my swollen lips then one on the tip of my nose. The act is so gentle compared to the kiss we just shared.
“How was your day, wife?” The word is filled with more possession than normal and he’s on edge. I can feel it, like when the guy at the coffee shop tries to make small talk with me.
“Better,” I say with a happy sigh. His moods don’t scare me like they do other people. Sure he’s a giant and could probably Hulk smash something if he wanted to, but the only thing I’ve seen him smash is a spider that almost scared me to death.
“I hate to ruin your day if it's starting to look up, but I promise to make it up to you, dream girl.” I smile even bigger when he calls me that. The first time he called me that I flinched. Of course he pried until he got the reason out of me because he can’t stand secrets between us.
My father and stepmother always said I spent too much time daydreaming. That life wasn't the fairy tale, but if anyone should know that it’s me. It’s why I always want to make the most of every moment. But still, it made me feel stupid and silly every time they said it. When I explained to him why I didn’t like the name, he told me that I walked right out of his dream. He had a recurring one of a woman he didn’t believe was real until the day he saw me. Then he told me to keep on dreaming up things so he could make them come true. Yeah, anyone who thinks Daniel isn't the sweetest man in the world has no idea who he really is.