Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
There’s a knock at the front door, so I open it. To my surprise, the two delivery guys look like they’re personal trainers with perfectly coiffed hair. “Where would you like this?” I point to the back bedroom where she tried to sleep last night.
“How long will this take to set up?” I want them in and out before she wakes up. Suddenly, the urge to beat my chest and stand my ground takes over.
“Fifteen to twenty minutes.”
“Good.” I walk away and head into the kitchen to make coffee. I send Steven a message: That was fast. Waiting for them to finish setting it up before I head in.
“Oh, you’re still here.” Doll’s soft voice filters to my ears. I lift my eyes completely shocked to see her in pajamas in the light of day. Tiny shorts that barely cover her ass and very thin tank with no fucking bra. Her nipples are hard and extremely visible through the top.
“Yes. Would you please go into the bedroom and put some fucking clothes on?” I grunt out. I’m both hard and angry at the same time. Not at her of course, but that there’s other men in the house. I’ve become obsessed with her.
“You are being ridiculous. One second you want me in your bed, then next you’re trying to cover me up.”
I move closer to her which makes her take a step back into the hallway between the kitchen and the room they’re in. It bothers me that she does that as if she’s afraid of me. Then I hear a tool fall onto the ground in the hallway. I’m sure they can see her profile from where they’re at. She whips her upper body toward the sound and gasps. Her hands immediately go to cover her breasts.
“If you want to keep your eyes and your jobs, you better get out with your head down.”
“Everything’s set up.” They rush past, keeping their eyes away from my doll.
“Oh,” she mouths as I walk behind the fuckers. As soon as they’re on the elevator, I spin around and go straight to her. Cupping the back of her head, gripping onto her hair, I crush my lips to hers, kissing her fiercely “We have a contract. For the next two years, you belong to me. Which fucking means not showing the world your goodies. You can parade around here half naked all day. Frankly, I’d enjoy that more than you know, but when I ask you to put some clothes on, I expect you to do so.”
“I didn’t realize there were people here. I’m sorry.”
“Just like you didn’t appreciate that whore trying to flirt with me, I didn’t appreciate a couple of guys gawking at these tits that belong to me. That will one day feed our baby.” I grab one gently, giving it a squeeze. She gasps, parting her lips so sweetly that I have to steal another taste. “Just because we have a contract doesn’t mean I’m not hard as fuck thinking about bending you over every damn surface.” I brush my lips against hers. “I’ll be working late tonight. You can order dinner. Whatever you want.”
I was harsher than I meant to be, but seeing people staring at my future wife like I do sent me into a painful territorial rage.
The second I’m at the office, I want to go back home. Still, I try to work so I have more time to be alone with her. Maybe I can convince her to go to California with me. Steven’s following me around as I go over plans for a remodel of my first hotel. It needs a makeover, but a minor one because we want to keep the aesthetics. I’ve run my hand through my hair at least a dozen times thinking about my Doll. I pull up my messages and send one to her.
The treadmill’s for you.
Thanks, Grant.
Twenty minutes pass before a new text comes in. Do I get a signed copy of the contract for my own keeping?
Seething, I type. Soon.
Every damn conversation is about the contract. Every fucking one. Will Gwendolyn ever see this as more? I have to remember it’s only been two days. She’s going to need more time.
Sitting in my office, I can’t concentrate for shit. I should go home and talk to Gwendolyn to tell her I want more, but what can I say? I’m crazy about you even though we just met. It’s more than having my baby. I want you to give me a houseful of them and watch our grandchildren when we’re old and grey. She’d think I’d really lost it since she doesn’t want me like that.
“Are you feeling alright, boss?” Steven asks. I look up to see him standing at my door with the lunch I ordered. I’m not even hungry. My mind swims with ideas of all the things I could do to my little Doll, but if I stay, I might let it slip that I want more than just a contract. I slipped up this morning. Every time we talk she mentions how temporary our situation is and it sets me off into a jealous, possessive frenzy. I should leave and spend the day with her so she can see the best of me, but she’s not interested in it.