Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
I lay it out on the bed and then glance at the clock, seeing that I have two hours until the car is due to arrive.
Possibilities dance inside of me when I try to figure out just what the heck is going on here.
My thoughts try to skirt toward one very distinct possibility, but I don’t let them, won’t let them just in case I’m wrong and the whole edifice of this new me I’m building comes crashing down.
No, it’ll be better to simply live in the moment and let tomorrow take care of itself.
I walk into the ensuite, the lights automatically flickering on and the heated floor coming to life as soon as my feet make contact with it.
I glance at myself in the mirror, but I don’t immediately drag my gaze away like I normally do.
Instead, I force myself to stare at the girl in the mirror.
I move my eyes over her curves and her pale face.
I let my gaze linger on the indents of her hips and her large breasts and her large thighs.
“He wants me,” I whisper, feeling silly but saying the words anyway. “He wants me because …”
I bite down, pushing the words away.
But then a second later I summon all the courage inside of me, all the courage that he’s ushered into me and that I never could’ve dreamed of possessing before.
“He wants me because I’m beautiful,” I gasp, letting the words barrel into me. “He. Wants. Me. Because. I’m. Beautiful.”
It’s the first time in my life I’ve ever said something positive about my appearance, and I just know I wouldn’t have been able to if it wasn’t for him, my man, my savior.
I walk to the shower.
“On, warm,” I say, and the jet flow springs to life and rushes loudly, but not loud enough to blot my thoughts about what sort of surprise Jamie has in store.
The car is driven by a chauffeur separated by an opaque soundproofed screen, meaning that as we drift toward our destination it almost feels as though I’m being driven by nobody.
I content myself with resting my head against the glass and watching the city drift by, and then the water as we drive over the bridge out of the city, and then finally the rolling hills as we enter the countryside.
Finally, we come to a gated community an hour outside the city, my nerves pricking and buzzing like I’m being swarmed in starlight.
I release my lip when I feel the ache in my mouth.
I think I’ve been biting it ever since I stepped foot in the car.
We drive past rows of large detached houses or maybe calling them houses is a bit of an understatement.
Each one is a massive sprawling building enclosed in a gate of its own, with a large front garden, several of them with fountains currently not in use because of the whirling snow.
On and on, until we come to the last house in the community, the largest of them all, the gate elegant black wrought iron with stone gargoyles sitting on either side of it.
As we approach the gate, I read the sign that sits just above the keypad.
The driver must press the keypad because the gate opens and we drive up the winding gravel pathway, past the biggest stone fountain I’ve seen yet, and then the car comes to a stop at the foot of a large set of steps.
I climb out the air pricking at my bare thighs, walking on shaky legs up the steps and toward the imposing door. I half expect somebody to burst from the house, snapping at me to get the heck off their property.
But when the door opens, my man is standing there, his face freshly shaven and his eyes immediately magnetizing to my bare legs, and then to my face where a smirk twitches his lips and lights up his features. His steel colored suit hugs tightly to his body, making me want to grab and savor the feel of his muscles.
“Come on,” he says. “I want to show you something.”
He strides forward and takes my hand in his, his skin blazing warmly.
He leads me into a wide open area, and then toward a double staircase.
It takes me a moment to realize what’s so strange about this place as we walk up the stairs and down a wide hallway.
“Where’s all the furniture? The decorations?”
“I was hoping you’d help with that,” he rumbles softly.
My heart hammers as he leads me to the end of the hallway and into a room with a sign pinned to the front, the script elegant.
Jade’s Study.
I stare at the sign and then back to Jamie, but for a moment it’s like he’s disappeared …
I lower my gaze and then tears prick my eyes when I see that he’s on one knee, a ring box open in his hand.