Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 109976 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 550(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109976 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 550(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
As soon as I climbed in next to her my dick grew stiff as a plank of wood. I tried holding my breath so that I didn’t inhale her intoxicating scent but it was no use. She was already inside me, infiltrating all my senses and just taking me over the way she always does.
Gavin
I folded my fists and held my body tense even as I fought the ever-present urge to touch her. We exchanged small talk so that she wouldn’t feel uncomfortable but there was no missing the tension in my voice, and the blush on her cheeks.
In the ten minutes it took to drive her home, I gave serious thought to keeping her. I contemplated grabbing her. Just saying fuck it and going straight to my place. No one knew she was with me, and they never would, why would they?
Only the driver knew she’d climbed into my car and he wouldn’t say shit. I could get her out of the country. Move away somewhere where no one knew us….
It was then I realized I had to make damn sure I never saw her again or I’d lose my fucking mind for real. I told myself in the backseat of that car that if not for my business, I would leave the city and eliminate any chance of ever seeing her again.
But I knew even that was a lie, because if I could have her, I’d have moved a thousand miles away, fuck the business. That’s how fucking dangerous she is. I know of everyone on earth she’s the only one that could ever get me to do the unthinkable.
So I made the decision to move on and for the past few months have been living in hell, dying for the sight of her, but knowing that though I may come out unscathed if we had an affair, she wouldn’t.
I’d gone so far as to try to go on with my life. At thirty-two it was time to settle down and start a family as my mother keeps reminding me, but I didn’t have the heart for that. I couldn’t imagine having a child with someone else.
So I found the most undesirable woman for me, someone I knew I could never fall in love with. Beautiful to look at but cold on the inside. Someone who cared only about my money and what I could give her. Someone who could never take my heart away from the woman it belonged to.
Still, I couldn’t bring myself to go farther than the engagement, and even regretted that from the start, though she’d been pressuring me to set a date. And now I’m glad I hadn’t gone through with it, glad I wasn’t about to fuck up someone else’s life.
I stopped fucking Amy the first time I realized I was thinking of Giselle each time I took her to my bed. I didn’t do it for her though, but for Giselle. Somehow I saw it as disrespectful to the woman I love.
Plus I’d started feeling like an animal for using her, for even having her in my life though she knew I wasn’t in love with her. I’d told her the truth because that’s who I am. She knew our arrangement was merely an affair of convenience but didn’t care, which made shit fine for both of us.
I told myself I could live that way, that I had no choice. That if I couldn’t have the woman I was in love with, it didn’t really matter who shared my bed or who I married. I’ve been one miserable fuck ever since.
Amy is someone I’d known long before Giselle came into the picture. Someone who I’d slept with before, which made it easier to fall into the sham of a relationship. I didn’t have to go searching.
She came from another well to do family and was a shark in the boardroom. A business savvy woman who cared more about the bottom line than anything as pedantic as love.
That’s how I knew she was no threat to my love for Giselle. That she wouldn’t demand what I couldn’t give. A complete and total contrast to the soft, sweet and so fucking adorable woman who owned my heart.
“Fuck!” I ignored Dave’s look in the rearview mirror at my outburst. I almost forgot that little wrinkle, the only thing standing in my way now that my woman was free.
I pulled my phone and called her, no sense in waiting or putting this shit off any longer than was necessary. And my moral code wouldn’t allow me to take Giselle to my bed before breaking things off with Amy. “We need to talk. Lunch tomorrow okay?”
This was our regular routine. We didn’t live in each other’s pockets, weren’t in and out of each other’s places. And since I’d stopped fucking her I saw her maybe once a week. How the fuck was I planning to get married to this chick?