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)
I clench my thighs together that doesn’t go unnoticed by Narina’s watchful eyes. “You look like it’s really good.”
“It is. Not that I have prior experience, but if you’re supposed to come multiple times then it’s very good.” They all gasp then laugh. I love these girls, but I miss Grant.
“Lucky bitch.” Sex isn’t everything. I want more. I loved the way he was playful at dinner and when we talk about anything.
“Oh no. Are you catching feelings?”
“Already there. Two days and I want him. I think I need a break. Maybe it’s just the sex mixed with my hormonal ass. Can I stay the night?”
“You can stay as long as you want. You know that.”
“Are you going to call him?”
“No. I’ll send a text.” I’m about to type when he sends his own. I’m on my way home now. Let’s go out to dinner tonight.
Shit. I want to see Grant, but I’m only falling deeper in love with him. Before I lose my nerve I reply. Sorry. I’m visiting my friends. I need some time with them.
It feels like forever for him to respond, but it’s merely a minute. Have fun, Doll. See you tonight. My heart races when Grant calls me that.
“I’m free to go, girls.” If only he wanted more. I’d love to have dinner with him and let him devour my mouth like he did this morning.
“Good. Then you can go out to dinner with us.”
“Yay! Let’s get ready.” I try to keep up with their enthusiasm, but I’m sad.
Chapter 7
Grant
I leave my sister’s and still not ready to go home, so I call my assistant, but Steven’s out at a local bar, so I stop by to kill some time. “Boss, seriously what brings you here?”
“I need a drink. It’s been one hell of a day.” I don’t tell him how much I miss Gwendolyn and she doesn’t miss me.
“Well, have a beer.”
“Thanks.” I take a seat and think about my woman while Steven and his friends talk sports. I should call the guys, but I’m not in the mood for their ribbing. I’m sure Preston filled them in. As the night gets later, I shoot her another text—a drunk text.
Me: Doll, are you wearing something sexy?
Doll: Nope.
Me: Everything you wear is sexy.
Doll: Sexy? Have you been drinking?
Me: Only a little. I can’t wait to have your pussy on my tongue.
It’s a little after ten when I finally build up the nerve to go back to the condo. My driver picks me up at the bar, promising to have someone drive it back for me.
I open the front door a little quietly. I start undressing the second I go through the door, dropping my clothes wherever they land. I want to hold Gwendolyn and go to bed together, but she’s not there when I enter the bedroom. Searching the rest of the condo, I don’t find her anywhere. Fuck, she’s not back yet.
I call her cell. “Where the hell are you?”
“I’m still visiting my friends. What does it matter? It’s not like we can fuck,” she snaps off.
I want to take her over my knee and stop acting like this is just about sex and the stupid fucking contract. I wish I never made that deal. I should have just kidnapped her pretty ass. “You’re supposed to be here. It’s part of the agreement.”
“Since you said I have to be in your bed at night, I still have time. It’s e gonna be eleven.”
“I’ll have our driver come get you, love.”
“Grant, are you drunk?” Maybe a little.
“I’m a little drunk. I miss your sexy body against mine. You should be with me right now. Are you going back to your lover in Oregon?” Damn it, I shouldn’t have said that. Fucking alcohol.
“I don’t have a lover. We’ve known each other for two days, but you should know that already. I’ve essentially become your live-in mistress, and I gave you my virginity, which I’m starting to think was a huge mistake. In fact, I think it’s best we part ways now. I’ll return the money and go. Bye, Grant.”
She ends the call, so I call her right back. She can’t just give up on me so quickly. It goes straight to voicemail. Gwendolyn must have powered it down. I pace the condo for the next hour, and she doesn’t show up. Pissed as fuck and still a slight bit wasted, I take a cold shower, hoping to ease the ache in my balls and to sober up.
When I step out into our bedroom, I notice her suitcase is still here. Good. She can have the night. Tomorrow, I’m getting my woman. If all else fails…I’ll kidnap her.
I slip on some boxers and pace a little longer, but the alcohol is catching up with me. I should have eaten. Damn it. I’ve fucked up big time. I drop my head back on the bed, absorbing her scent, and pass out.