Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34680 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34680 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
“You want a big family? This home was built for one.” Mrs. Putnam pours me a glass of orange juice.
“I have a call I need to make.” Griff suddenly jumps up from his chair, rushing from the kitchen.
He might like my food, but I don’t think he cares for the idea of my other dreams that go with it. I try not to let it bother me. I pick up my bagel and take a bite.
“Don’t mind him,” Mrs. Putnam tells me.
“I’m not.” I lick the cream cheese off my fingers. “He acts like it was him I was saying I was going to have the little ones with.”
“You should tell him that.”
“Really?”
“Yep,” She smirks and starts to clean up my mess. I try to stop her, but she orders me to finish my food and then go check on my kittens. I do as I’m told but make a small detour after my breakfast to find Griff. When I don’t see him in his office, I go to his bedroom and linger outside of the closed doors.
My stomach drops when I hear a groan coming from inside. Is he all right? Another moan tells me that, yes he’s actually better than all right. Heat pools between my thighs at the sound.
“Mr. Friarlane isn’t to be disturbed right now.” I turn to see one of the men in black approaching me.
Wait. What if he’s not alone? “Is he with someone?” I ask.
“I can’t speak on such matters,” the man responds. All the air leaves my lungs. Another groan comes from inside the room. I simply nod at the man, not trusting myself to speak. I rush past him and into my room, where I lock the door behind me. This isn’t going to work. I have to get out of here.
13
GRIFFIN
I stroke myself harder, imagining Vivian’s lips sucking on the head of my cock. Coming hard, I slam my other palm against the side of the shower wall and spend all over the tile floor.
She did this to me. The way she moved, the way her nipples could cut fucking glass, and then she put me over the fucking edge with the thought of her pregnant with my child. I didn’t realize that would make me lose my damn mind, but it did.
I groan and finally take a breath. The cool water pours on my back, but it’s not enough to quell the fire in my blood. Vivian’s ignited something in me I didn’t even know was there. Even though I just came, I can already feel my body demanding another release, but this time, I want to coat her pussy with me. To put a baby in her just like she’d said.
Fuck! I slap the wall again. She’s turned me into someone I don’t recognize. Out of control. Desperate. Only for her.
I ignore my growing erection and shower, then dry off. I pull on some boxer briefs, though they do nothing for my current hard issue. When I walk into my closet, I stop dead. I can hear something. Tilting my head to the side, I focus on the sound.
Crying. Someone’s crying.
I turn and storm from my closet and dash to Vivian’s room. The door is locked.
“Vivian?” I call.
“Just go away!” she yells and sniffles. “I’m very busy.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Go!”
I try the handle again. It doesn’t budge.
“Vivian, if you don’t open this door, I’m going to break it down!” I need to get to her, to figure out who’s upset her and how I can dispose of their body.
“What? Why?”
“Because you need me!”
“Go away. I-I don’t need you.” I hear the lie in her voice. I’m certain she does, too.
Rearing back, I throw my full weight against the wood. It splinters and whines, busting open and hitting the wall with a hard thud.
“Griff!” She sits up and wipes her eyes. “You broke the door.”
“I told you I would.” I yank it from where it embedded in the wall and slam it closed.
The kittens mewl sweetly, but their mother swipes her paw at them and scoots them closer so they can drink.
“Go away.” She turns and buries her face in her pillow, giving me a nice view of her ample ass.
My cock pulses at the sight, and I’m doing my level best not to crawl on top of her, rip her cute little bottoms away, and fuck the ever-loving shit out of her.
“Tell me what’s wrong.” I chance a few steps closer to her.
“I don’t want to.”
“You have to.”
“I don’t have to do anything.”
“I think you’ll find that’s incorrect. When you’re with me, you’ll do as I say.” I grip the bed poster, unable to stop myself from prowling closer to her.
“What about the woman in your bed? Does she do what you say?” she retorts.
There’s a woman in my bed? I blink. “What?”