Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 23007 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23007 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Love. It hits me like a ton of bricks. I know it’s a common term of endearment in the UK but he’s American. I don’t think they use it, at least I’ve never heard it.
“I can’t. I think I’m late, but I am not sure since I don’t see an alarm clock anywhere.”
“It can’t be that late, I always wake with the sun.”
“Clock?”
“Hang on,” he says getting out of bed. I already miss the warmth of him, but I sure do like the view of his arse as he walks out the door.
“Fuck. It’s 11:30. I am supposed to be at the stadium at noon. We are meeting the new stakeholder in the team.”
“I know. It’s me. I bought a stake in the team.”
“You didn’t tell me.”
“I’m sorry. Things got busy last night.”
“You’re a part owner of the team.”
“Oh, shite. Is this wrong. Forbidden?”
“God, why did you have to say it like that?” he asks, pulling the covers off of me. I’m just wearing a t-shirt of his. I have no clothes here. I start to get up, but he stops me by climbing on top of me.
“I need you, Patience,” he says, kissing me. Morning breath and all, he can kiss me whenever he likes.
“You have me,” I tell him, spreading my legs open for him. He reaches between us and guides his hard cock into me. I’m a little sore, but it doesn’t matter. I want him.
I can be a little late. They really can’t start without me.
I throw on his t-shirt and a giant pair of his shorts, so we can leave. At the last minute he also gives me a Lions hat since I don’t have any sunglasses. As he lives so close to the stadium I decide against going all the way home. We stop at the closest store which happens to be a Gap and I buy the jeans and a t-shirt. I put it all on in the store and wear it out. My Birkenstocks complete and his hat complete the look. We walk the rest of the way to the stadium hand in hand. The conference room is on the back side of the stadium in the administrative offices. The rest of the team is already gathered.
“I apologize for my tardiness. It… could not be avoided.”
“Right,” Jimmy says, almost making me giggle. I’m already not being professional. Can’t add giggling like a little girl to the mix.
“No problem, Miss Winters,” Jake Glass, the team owner says. His assistant, Kelly, is hovering nearby. She is the one initiated all the video calls between Jake and I when I was onboarding. She looks at Jake like he’s a god and I finally get it. I wave at her, and she returns the wave and a smile, but her eyes go right back to Jake. I wonder if he knows how much Kelly loves him. Someone should help them along with that. I make a mental note to do so in the future. Now is not the time.
“Patience, please.”
“Very well. Patience has purchased a stake in the team. She has infused the needed funds for our marketing division. She’ll have every right of an owner, including seats in the owner’s box and tickets for all of our matches. Patience?” he asks. I finally let go of Logan’s hand and make my way to the front of the room, but Logan is right behind me. I stop and turn to face him.
“Milord?” I whisper, quirking my eyebrow at him. I love calling him that, and he doesn’t seem to mind it one little bit.
“Yeah, love?” Again with the love. I know my eyes widened, but thankfully he doesn’t say anything.
“I got this. Why don’t you have a seat? I’ll be done in a few minutes.”
“Oh, right. Okay,” he says dropping into the first empty chair he can find. I continue to the front of the room.
“Again, I’m sorry for being late. I know you are busy gentlemen. So, I am Patience Winters and I have been a fan of the Lions since I was a little girl. Whenever I wasn’t working, my dads would take me to matches.” I surprised myself by saying that for the first time. “Then we get fish and chips from the chippy down the street and eat them out of the newspaper on the way home. Those days are some of my fondest memories. When the investment opportunity came up, I jumped on it. I don’t anticipate my being a 1% owner will do anything crazy, but if the press finds out you might have some questions come up. You don’t have to answer them, but of course you can if you choose to. Are there any questions? I’m not sure how to wrap this up so that seems like a good place.”