Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 157032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
I laugh against his lips as my body starts to thump in pain. Rough sex with Cameron Stanton is a where the term pleasure and pain came from.
There’s not a doubt in my mind.
The day has been long as I stand in my lounge room like a child waiting to be picked up for her first party. I didn’t see Cameron all day today. He was in appointments at his surgery. But he texted me at three this afternoon and asked if he could take me out to dinner tonight. He said he knew a place that was completely private. I’m going to tell him about Owen tonight over dinner… and I think it’s going to be okay. I rushed out this afternoon and bought a new dress. I even had time to do my hair and makeup. Last night after we had animal sex, and he was so tender and loving, we laid in bed in each other’s arms and talked for hours after.
He’s a beautiful man and I’m in love with him. There isn’t a doubt in my mind.
He knocks on the door and my nerves somersault in my stomach. I open it in a rush.
“Hello.” I smile.
His eyes drop to my feet and back up to my face, and he smiles sexily. “You look fucking hot.” In one quick step he has me in his arms and is pushing me backwards as he kisses me.
I giggle up against his lips as I walk backwards. “I like this greeting”
He sits down on the sofa and pulls me down onto his lap. “How has my girl’s day been?” he asks.
His girl. If only. “It was good.” I smile. “How was yours?”
“Good. Average.” He smiles cheekily. “It’s about to get better.”
His smile is contagious. “Why’s that?” I smirk.
“Because I...” He stops and slips the spaghetti strap off my shoulder. “I get to take this off you when we get back here tonight.”
I smile. “You’re staying here tonight?”
“I have my work stuff in the car.”
I bite my bottom lip to stifle my goofy smile. He’s acting very boyfriendly tonight.
I kiss him softly. “Well, I’ll just have to make it worth your while, won’t I?”
“You will.” He stands and pulls me by the hand. “We have to get going or we’ll be late.”
“Are you sure nobody is going to see us?” I ask.
“No. But I’ve decided that I’m going to talk to Jameson tomorrow and tell him I’m seeing you.”
“What?” I frown. “No, Cam, I don’t want to get in trouble.”
“You won’t, but I’m not walking away from you because you’re an intern.”
Hope blooms in my chest. “You’re not?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “Nope. Let’s go.”
The car trip is made with my hand on Cam’s thigh as he drives, while I’m having a silent freak out about Jameson. Is this the right thing to do? He doesn’t want to walk away from me. I’m excited that he doesn’t want to end this, but I’m petrified that I’m going to get into trouble. Worse than that, I know I have to tell him in the next half hour.
We pull up at a set of fancy stone gates. A security guard comes out, bends, and peers into the car, smiling warmly. “Hey, Cam. Go through.”
The gates open to reveal the biggest mansion I’ve ever seen and I frown. “What’s this restaurant?” I ask.
“This isn’t a restaurant.” His eyes flash to me. “This is my brother’s house. Tonight you’re meeting my family.”
My eyes widen in horror.
Oh no.
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Alarm bells start to ring. Oh my God. Oh my fucking God. Up until now, I haven’t told Cameron about my son. Bringing his family into this as well is the worst possible scenario I could ever have imagined. What if they ask me if I have children? What if they ask me anything about my life?
I can’t lie. I’ll have to tell them. My eyes widen in horror as I imagine the night ahead of me. This is not the way I wanted to tell Cameron.
He’s going to hate me. He’s going to fucking hate me.
“Cameron…” I splutter. “I thought we weren’t at the meeting family stage yet.” My eyes widen with fear. “Why didn’t you tell me that you wanted to come here?”
He smiles sexily and squeezes my thigh. “Because I knew you would freak out.”
I stare at him as my brain misfires. Freaking out doesn’t come close.
I feel sick to my stomach as we drive up a large, circular driveway and Cameron parks the car. My heart is hammering hard in my chest. I’m lying to his family now, not just him… it’s a thing now.
What kind of a person am I? Oh my God. I just want to go home.
Two men approach us and Cameron smiles broadly.
“Max and Parker, this is Ashley.
Ashley, this is Max and Parker, my brother’s and his family’s security.”