Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32396 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32396 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
“And that is not helping. You don’t smile a lot, do you?”
“And you don’t spend a lot of time with me, do you?” he asked.
“I don’t even know if you answered my question but seeing as I’m nice, I will answer yours, and no, I don’t spend a lot of time with anyone. I have a job to do, and I like to be efficient. Being around people just slows the process down.”
“So, you like your job?”
She thought about it for a few seconds. “Yeah, I do. I like cleaning.”
“Why?”
She pressed her lips together and frowned at him. “Because without things being clean, there would be chaos, and no one wants that.”
He raised a brow. “Some people like chaos.”
“You don’t.”
He smirked. “You don’t know me very well.”
“Okay, maybe you like creating chaos you don’t have to worry about cleaning up, but you don’t relish chaos.”
“What makes you think that?” he asked, curious about her.
“Your home.”
This made him frown but he didn’t ask her a question and waited for her to elaborate.
“Seriously, you don’t see it?”
“See what?”
“You have a very clean and organized home. Nothing is out of place, and from what I can tell, you must hire some kind of cleaning crew to come around, and, I don’t know, clean like every single day. There’s not a speck of dust to be seen, and lived-in houses always have a mess by the end of the day.” She shrugged. “Which suggests you like making chaos but that doesn’t mean you like living in it.”
He didn’t like how astute she was.
“Why?” she asked.
“Why don’t you tell me the reason you can’t stand mess?” he said.
“Simple. My parents did nothing but cause trouble and make messes that were impossible to clean. Growing up with sticky floors, beer cans, used condoms, moldy food, that will affect some people. No matter how much I seemed to clean, they always found a way to make it messy.”
“You cleaned for your parents?”
“At first I did, but then, I don’t know, I think I started to clean for myself and it made it a little easier.” She leaned forward, placing an elbow on the table, followed by her chin onto her palm. “So, tell me, why do you not like messes?”
“That is none of your business.”
“Can I take a guess?”
He didn’t see a reason not to allow her to continue to talk. She pursed her lips as she stared at him. Rome took the time to just watch her.
“You’ve had no choice but to live in messes when you were younger.”
“Why when I was younger?”
“You’re much older now. Some things that happen in our past greatly affect who we are in the present, and what we do in the present designs our future.”
“It’s too early for philosophical lessons.”
She giggled, and it was such a strange sound, not bad, not fake either, but … natural. She smiled at him, and he couldn’t bring himself to look away.
“It beats talking about the big elephant in the room,” she said.
He knew exactly what she was talking about. “I’ve never had a woman refer to my cock as an elephant.”
She gasped. “I didn’t mean that.”
This time, he chuckled. “I know.”
She pressed her lips together and quickly glanced down. “But that doesn’t mean I won’t enjoy teasing you about it.”
“Was it that bad?” Beth said. “Being with me?”
“No.”
“Why did you stop?” she asked.
“Because, regardless of the rumors about me, I don’t get my kicks out of abusing women.” He’d dealt with them swiftly in the past. Yes, he’d hurt women, those that had betrayed him. He’d been swift about it. At a young age, he had come to see that there were people who would use women, as they didn’t believe they would get hurt. Some women were cruel, they were born evil, and killing them was the only reward he could give the planet.
Glancing over at Beth, he knew he wouldn’t take any pleasure in hurting this woman. She was so sweet, and he also knew, so innocent. Her first time shouldn’t have been bent over a table, where he was impatient to feel her pussy wrapped around his cock. That was his bad.
“You stopped because…”
“You screamed in pain. I’m happy to have women screaming on my dick, Beth, but not when it’s hurting them.”
“It’s so nice to know there are a lot of women out there who know what it is like to be … on your dick,” Beth said.
“Not a lot of women,” he said. “But enough for me to know how to satisfy a woman.”
The door opened, and a woman carrying their food, entered.
Beth smiled at him. “I wouldn’t know what that feels like.” And she winked at him, before moving out of the way for their food to be put in front of them.
He had no idea who this woman was. Beth was an interesting mix of innocence and experience. She didn’t cower away from him, which he found incredible. There was also an air of … resilience around her, which was hard to describe. He didn’t know if she was afraid of him or not. She certainly hid it very well.