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)
“Is something wrong?” If she wanted to do this shit on the phone, so much the better. I knew where my mind was already going. Knew where my night might be headed, and knew that I had to call off the engagement as soon as possible.
So instead of beating around the bush I just came right out and told her. “Yeah, we need to break off the engagement.” I didn’t miss Dave’s look in the rearview mirror. Nosy fuck! Im pretty sure he rolled his eyes and grumbled some shit beneath his breath. Another asshole!
I ignored him and listened to her dull monotone on the other end of the line, feeling like I was just waking up from some shit. Had I really convinced myself that I could marry someone else? What the fuck had I been thinking?
The proof that our arrangement was more like a business deal than a relationship was in the questions she didn’t ask more than the ones she did. “Why, is it the timing? I know I said we should do it soon, but we can put the wedding off for later…”
“It’s not that.” I didn’t mention Giselle to her. That’s something else about my feelings for her; I never share her with anyone. Only Kev and Dave know the truth about how I feel. So I told her that I’d just simply changed my mind.
She was not pleased to say the least, but I was already moving ahead in my mind. I listened to her bullshit diatribe like she thought I didn’t know her ass. Like I didn’t know that she was in it for the money and the prestige of saying she’s Gavin Sorrento’s wife.
“Keep the ring.” I just dropped that in the middle of her ranting shit. Though she comes from money, she’s nowhere near my league. And I know though the ring might only bring her quarter of a mil, with the way she thinks, she’d see that as getting something for nothing.
I didn’t expect her to put up much of a fight and she didn’t, though she did sound a bit disappointed by the time we hung up. Her only interest was in how we were going to break the news to the public to which my only answer was I really don’t give a fuck.
I breathed a little bit easier after the call and rested my head back against the seat feeling relief rush through me. I really never expected this day to come. Never thought she’d ever be mine even though I’d wanted it for so long.
In the beginning I thought for sure that there was no way someone as sweet as her could stay married to that fucknut for too long. Then as time went on I told myself that she was never going to leave him if she hadn’t already. I can’t imagine that it had taken that long for her to see what he really was.
But the fucker had made it easy for me. Fuck if I’m gonna be a hypocrite and pretend I cared that his dumb ass had ended himself. Good riddance if you ask me. The world could do with one less asshole.
Now I tried to rein in the pleasure that was beginning to burn beneath my skin at the thought that she was now mine. Even if I wanted to give her time my dick wasn’t about to have that shit. He’d finally reached his uncontrollable stage; he knew his pussy was free. That his long torturous wait was finally over.
When I thought I couldn’t have her, I was able to keep him in line for her sake. It had been hard but because I wouldn’t hurt her for the world, I withstood the torment. I must hold the record for cold showers because all it takes is the thought of her to get my body ready.
So I’ve tortured myself all this time, denying my body the one thing it wanted, making myself crazy in the process. But now, just knowing that there was no longer anything standing in the way of me having her is better than any aphrodisiac in the world, and all I can think about is finally putting her beneath me.
I’ve long imagined how her pussy would feel around my cock. Had spent many a sleepless night with that shit in my head. Which was better than the nights I spent imagining her with him. Those times I came very close to doing some shit that would land my ass in jail for life.
I sometimes think my love for her was some kind of punishment for past sins. And though I don’t necessarily believe in that shit I could find no other reason for someone like me falling in love with a woman I couldn’t have.
A man who was accustomed to getting everything I went after, achieving every goal, couldn’t have the one thing I wanted most. It was a cosmic joke, a colossal ass fuck.