Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
My utensils clatter against my plate, and Giselle gives me a concerned look. Did she really think I wouldn’t care? Maybe she was hoping I wouldn’t find out until after dinner. After I took her home. Does that mean she wasn’t planning to spend the night? Bianca said effective immediately. This time tomorrow Giselle will be out with another man. She will accompany him to an event of some sort. He will parade her around on his arm like a trophy he’s won. One he doesn’t deserve. He’ll treat her like an object. He won’t pay attention to whether she’s happy. Whether she’s satisfied. He’ll be undeserving of her, but still she’ll give herself to him. My thoughts go back to her confession a couple weeks ago: “I just want to feel connected to someone. I’m tired of feeling so alone.” If that’s what she craves then why is she pushing me away?
“Was I not enough for you?” I snap before I can stop myself. Giselle’s brows furrow together in confusion at my question.
“Excuse me?”
“Was. I. Not. Enough. For. You?” I repeat slower. “Was it because I wouldn’t fuck you?”
“Killian,” she hisses, looking around at the other patrons, “what are you talking about?”
“You know what I’m talking about, don’t play stupid. I know you called Bianca and told her to take me off your schedule.”
Giselle goes pale. “Can we please talk about this in private?” She glances around at the couples near us, clearly embarrassed. I feel like shit for calling her out right now, but fuck if with one phone call she didn’t go and break my goddamn heart. The thought of her with other men tears me apart.
“Please,” she whispers, and it’s then I notice her eyes are glossed over as if she’s about to cry. Why would she cry? She’s the one who’s ended us, not me.
“Fine.” I stand, our meal disregarded. “Let’s go.” It isn’t as if we’re going to sit here and eat our food now anyway. Giselle stands as well, and the light hits the necklace I gave her. I want to turn the clock back to ten minutes ago, when I was still ignorant to the decision she made about us behind my back.
Grabbing the book she gave me, I stalk out of the restaurant with Giselle trailing behind. We’re at a restaurant where I have an account on file, so the meal will be paid for. I text the driver, and a few minutes later he pulls around. Once we’re in the car, I give him my address and then press the button for the privacy partition.
The second it’s closed, Giselle turns to face me and says, “I did call Bianca.” Several tears fly down her pink cheeks. Has she been crying since we were inside? I was so hellbent on not looking at her, I didn’t notice her tears actually fell. “I told her I couldn’t continue to let you pay for my services. That when you fall in love with a man…” She chokes on a sob. “When you fall in love with a man, you don’t request payment from him.” It takes a second for what she said to soak into my brain.
Fuck. Me.
She quit her job.
For me.
She’s fallen in love with me.
Needing to touch her, to feel her against me, I grab her hips and pull her onto my lap. She squeals in surprise and wipes the tears from her eyes. “Giselle, baby, I just…I assumed you were tired of waiting for me to get my shit together. I can’t even tell you how sorry I am. God, I am such a jackass.”
Lifting her chin, I look into her beautiful, soulful eyes. The same ones I had once mistaken for being cold, but in actuality were broken and lonely—like me. “Please forgive me. I was a damn fool. A fool who was too blinded by his love for you to see that you were always mine.”
“You love me too?” she whispers. A single tear escapes down her cheek and I use my thumb to wipe it away.
“I do. I love you, baby.”
Her breath hitches and then our mouths crash against each other. Our lips molding, our tongues swirling. We kiss fervently as Giselle undoes my pants. I glide my hands up her creamy thighs to find she’s wearing a silk thong, then palm the globes of her perfect ass. She lifts slightly and pulls my dick out of my boxers, stroking it a few times before she pushes the thin material to the side and guides me into her slick cunt. A throaty groan escapes as she begins to ride me with abandon. Our kiss not once stops, instead it gets harder, rougher. Her fingers tug on the strands of my hair as she grinds against me, pelvis to pelvis. Up and down. She feels so damn good.