Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 138541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
“Who’s it from and why?” He should be able to tell me that much at least.
“My dad,” he whispers, lifting off me.
Quickly pulling my skirt down, I turn to face him, ignoring the mess between my legs. “Why?”
“Because he doesn’t want me to open the store and he wants money. He’s going bankrupt,” he bites out, tucking himself back into his trousers. I’m shocked when he runs his gloved hands through his hair without a thought for what they’ve just touched. Mostly, though, I feel anger towards his father. Hasn’t the man taken enough?
I hide my anger and need to kill. Nathan doesn’t need that right now. “If he’s using it as blackmail, then why would he send it to me? It makes no sense.”
He closes his eyes and when they open I see hate shining from them. “He knows I’m with you and knows I won’t let you see. It’s a threat, that’s all. He doesn’t want you to see or he loses his leverage, but he also needs me to realise that he’s serious and he could ruin my life in a heartbeat.”
“Is that just a theory?”
“Yes. It’s the only thing I can think of, otherwise you would know already.”
“What… what are you going to do? You can’t give into him!”
His hate filled eyes soften as they come to mine. “I won’t. But… I don’t know how I’m going to stop him. When he goes bankrupt, and he will,” his jaw clenches, “he’s going to tell you, just to spite me.”
I clear my throat and place a gentle kiss to his jaw. “Then maybe I should hear it from you.”
His eyes close again and his arms come around me. “It seems to be the only option, but then I’ll have a jewellery store and not you. I need you.”
“I need you too.” I admit, holding him even tighter.
“I hate him, Gwen,” he says and my heart breaks at the sorrow in his voice. “I hate him so damn much.”
Stepping into him, I wrap my arms around his waist and kiss his collarbone. It takes him a few very long seconds, but he finally encloses his arms around me. “I hate him too.”
“I’m sorry.” He says this with his lips against my hair. “Did I hurt you?”
“No,” I lie. He did, but not in a bad way. He needed me. I’ll never blame him for that. “Not in the slightest.”
“I’m sorry I ruined our day.”
“You didn’t. I’d say that that was a pretty amazing ending.” Then I look at the ground and frown. “You broke my penis.”
He looks at the lolly on the ground, throws his head back and laughs louder than I’ve ever heard from him. Then he kisses me, still laughing and still shaking with it. “Christ I love you Gwen, so damn much.”
“Does that mean I can have your boobs?”
He smiles down at me and shakes his head. “Not a chance.”
******
Nathan vanished into his office the past three nights. I was concerned for him. He’d help me get Dillan to bed and then go straight to his office, without eating or saying more than a few words to me. Considering what happened the other day, I thought maybe he was ashamed of his actions.
Ever since the first night that I stole his virtue, as he calls it, he hasn’t been able to keep his hands off me. Suddenly, after that almost violent session in his office, he’s barely touched me and has only come to bed once he knows I’m sleeping.
So naturally, I got concerned and walked in on him. So many thoughts flashed through my mind: porn, a woman via Skype, Facebook sluts, anything, but what I discovered was none of these things and was actually something so shocking and funny I can’t stop giggling about it whenever it flashes through my mind.
Nathan likes SpongeBob. He’s been watching it on his laptop in his office. He apparently finds it relaxing.
Although he has been avoiding me because he’s ashamed of how he reacted in his office the other day, the fact that he’s been ditching me for SpongeBob makes me quick to forgive him.
Let’s face it, how can anyone be mad at that? It’s SpongeBob. And it’s so not Nathan. Or maybe it’s always been Nathan and I’ve just never realised it.
The look on his face when I walked into his office frightened me to the very core. It was shock and fear. I never disturb him in his office, so he didn’t think to lock the door. When I saw his face, all of my fears were confirmed and I stomped over to his desk, pulled the laptop screen down towards me and stared at the screen.
“It’s not what it looks like!” He blurted as I watched the yellow sponge blow a bubble shaped like a flower. “It helps me relax.” I continued staring at the screen, trying to figure out what it was I was seeing. “Don’t you dare laugh!” Of course I laughed; I laughed so hard my hand that held my weight on the desk, slipped over the edge and I fell to the ground.