Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 118309 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 592(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118309 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 592(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
“Yeah?” I reply while fighting to take my eyes off his delicious body.
He waits for me to finish my long appraisal, before saying, “Get a move on before I add more items to my terms.”
I snap my eyes to his face so fast I make myself dizzy. “We can add more?”
His agreeing murmur isn’t something I’ll ever hear and not squirm. “Especially if it entails anything similar to what we just did.”
I can’t talk. Think. I can’t do anything.
I’m too busy calculating how much paper I’ll need for the terms I want to add.
A clink of laughter from next door snaps me from my wicked thoughts.
“I should go?” I grit my teeth before changing my question to an affirmation. “I better go.” My second attempt shows progress, but I give it another shot since it’s still imperfect. “I’m going.”
When I lean in to farewell Maksim like he did me this morning, I fight with all my might not to drop my eyes to his cock.
I miserably fail, and the chuckle of my husband when I limp for the door, groaning like a child, proclaims how satisfied he is with my devastation.
When Zoya exits Aleena’s room, I pretend I didn’t max out all my phone storage by airdropping her photos of my “wedding” to my phone.
“All settled?”
She looks as exhausted as I feel. “Finally.” Her flop onto the sofa wafts up her familiar scent before her deep exhale blows it away. “Today was…”—a hundred words roll through my head as she takes time to find the right one—“amazing.” Her eyes are on me, heartfelt and misted. “Thank you so much.”
“Don’t thank me. I didn’t do anything.”
She smacks my words back into my mouth with a cushion before saying, “No prenup, baby. So any gift from Maksim today was also a gift from you.”
I’d groan over her reminder Maksim didn’t protect his assets with a prenuptial agreement if I wasn’t so damn appreciative of how special he made Aleena’s day. He didn’t just assist in the pre-hen party preparation. He went all out for the entire event. Food. Drinks. Limousine transfers to and from a DJ gig at a nightclub that’s been sold out for months. He even had four of the hotel’s security team escort us, so if anyone got out of hand, they were moved on before Aleena’s friends and bridal party felt uncomfortable.
“I’ve seriously had the best day of my life. I never would have predicted that would be the statement that ended my day when I woke up this morning.”
Zoya hums in agreement as if she had similar thoughts before she nudges me with her shoulder. “Then what are you still doing here? Why aren’t you taking full advantage of the alone time before we fly home tomorrow? I love Gigi, but you know as well as I do that if Maksim makes you scream like you did earlier today, she’ll take his head off with a baseball bat.”
“Z!”
“What? It was so hot I’m seriously reconsidering my stance on sex club parties.” She stands on the couch, arches over it, then shakes her ass. “You don’t have to participate, but what are your thoughts on this pose? Too risqué or tastefully nasty?”
Laughing, I spank her backside before leaping up from the sofa and making a beeline for my room.
“Are you seriously staying here? He had one request, Keet.” She holds her pointer finger in the air to emphasize her statement. “One!”
“It’s late.”
Zoya scoffs at me. “Don’t act like he isn’t awake, awaiting your return.”
When she follows me to my room, I press my finger to my lips, wordlessly requesting she be quiet before squashing my ear to the wall dividing my suite from Maksim’s. “I don’t want to wake him if he’s asleep.”
“He isn’t asleep.” Even though she’s arguing, she presses her ear to the wall, mimicking me.
I can tell the exact moment she hears the same thing as me, as her brows scrunch before worry settles on her face.
Maksim isn’t alone, and his visitor is female and most likely under the age of thirty-five.
“Maybe it’s the TV?” Zoya defends.
“That isn’t the TV,” I reply when the female laughs at something Maksim says. “There’s nothing but infomercials on at this time of the night, and her voice is too young to be an infomercial host.” I almost say too seductive, but my jealousy won’t let me.
My theory is proven accurate when Maksim’s voice breaks over the thud of my heart in my throat. “I appreciate you coming, Raya. I know it is late, and you’ve traveled a long way, but hopefully I made the trip worthwhile.”
“Of course you did.” I gag on the seductive purr of her reply.
I hear Maksim’s smirk when he says, “Let me know if you need anything.”
“I wouldn’t say no to a chaperon to my car.”