Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 141634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 708(@200wpm)___ 567(@250wpm)___ 472(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 708(@200wpm)___ 567(@250wpm)___ 472(@300wpm)
“You’ll always have Frost, and you can make your own family one day.”
A wicked smile crosses his lips, and for all I know I could be pregnant right now. Neither of us voices that aloud, but I know we’re both thinking it.
“I will make my family inside you, krasota, but for tonight I will let you go.”
He releases his hold around me and slowly pulls his cock out. I moan at the loss, but he helps me fix my clothes and kisses me the whole time. When he opens the car door, I see we’re back at my house. He leans down and gives me one last kiss as he brushes his nose against mine.
“This will be the last night I sleep without you.”
I stare at him in shock, unsure what to say. Is he saying I’m moving in with him?
“Go inside. Your mother and sister are watching you.”
I laugh as I let go of his hand and walk inside. When I glance back over my shoulder, I see him get into the car and then watch me as the car pulls away. God, did we really just have a drive-by fuck?
As I go inside, I stop when I see an envelope on the ground in front of the door. Someone must have dropped it when they brought the mail in. I pick it up, but when I flip it over it only says my name on it.
“What’s that?” Cookie asks when she sees me opening it.
“Someone left it at the door.” We stare down at the pictures and it’s of a beautiful woman with her hands on Miller.
“Is that the woman we saw him with earlier?” Cookies asks, and I silently nod.
Behind the picture is an engagement announcement and as I read it, I think I’m going to throw up.
Chapter Sixteen
MILLER
“You left me,” I tell Frost as I walk in his house and take a seat on the couch across from him.
“I had nothing left to say.” He shrugs as he takes another drink of the vodka in his glass.
A moment of silence passes between us and then I sigh. “We are cutting off contact with them.”
He nods as he places his empty glass on the table and fills it again. “For tonight I wish to forget.”
That was the reason I went to Pumpkin. I wanted to get lost in her and forget about our past. I wanted to lose myself in her body, and she’d welcomed me. She opened for my cock and my heart as I used her as a balm for my aches. Even now, not moments after I’ve left her, I crave her once more.
“Will you marry this woman?” Frost asks, reading my thoughts.
“Da, in time.” I sit back and drape my arm over the back of the sofa. “But I would like her pregnant first.”
“Why?”
“A paper is nothing.” I wave a hand dismissively. “I will make my vows to her, but my child in her body is the unbreakable bond.”
“There is no woman I wish to be bound to.” Frost tips back his glass, and I smile at him.
“Yet.”
“Never.” He shakes his head. “I will not do what they did to us.”
“And you think I will?” He looks up at me, and even though I can read his thoughts, he still says them aloud.
“No, but you are stronger than me.”
“You’re wrong.”
He remains silent to close the subject, and I allow it. Frost is as cold as his name, and if he truly shuts down, then there’s no going back. But I would feel sorry for him if he closed off his heart to what he could have. To what I feel for Pumpkin.
“Do you want to know who our mother thought our bride should be?” I ask, teasing a smile out of him.
“Did she tell you?” Frost can’t help but be curious.
“She showed up, late of course.” When he cocks his head to the side expectantly, I decide to tell him. “Chel.”
He barks a laugh so hard it surprises the both of us. “You are joking.”
“Nyet.” I shake my head.
Frost sobers after a moment and then looks into my eyes. “I have this feeling that it’s not over.” I nod in agreement. “You should keep a close eye on Pumpkin.”
I clench my jaw because he’s not wrong. There’s not many things our parents wouldn’t do to get what they want. Especially if someone was standing in the way of that. I think about what they might actually follow through with, and the thought turns my stomach.
Pulling out my phone, I send a quick text to Pumpkin telling her that I miss her, and I want to call her tonight so I can hear her voice. She doesn’t text back right away, but I assume that she’s busy, and I try to be patient.
There’s a knock on the door, and Frost scowls as he stands up from the couch. “I knew this would happen.”