Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 91767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
I giggle. "She asked for it when she looked me up and down."
He slaps me on the behind. "Behave." He ambles off to look at something.
I find a few things, enough to get me through the week and I make my way to the counter.
The pretty girl gives me the death stare. "Is that all?"
"Aha," I smile.
She begins to ring the things up. "Where did you two meet?"
"Online."
She scans the pants. "How long have you been seeing each other?"
I glance around the shop, where is he? "About eighteen months." I lie, I can hardly keep the smile from my face, it's fun playing this game.
"Where are you from?" she asks.
"New York."
She rolls her eyes. "Ha, Jack would never move to New York. This won't last."
My heart sinks, because I know she's right. I nod, "I know." I smile as I act like she hasn’t just hit a nerve.
"You don’t know shit about us," Jack snaps.
Our eyes flick to him.
"I mean… I just," she stammers as she rings up the last item.
"Just don’t, Michelle," Jack cuts her off. He puts his arm around my shoulders. "Let's go, babe," he says.
I pay and he leads me out of the shop and back to the car. He helps me in on my side and gets in and starts the car with a loud rev. He seems agitated as he pulls out onto the road.
I look between him and the road. "What?" I ask.
"Nothing."
We sit in silence for a while. "So, I take it you are hot property around here?" I ask.
He rolls his lips and stays silent.
"Well, you better tell your bitches to back off," I tease.
He breaks into a broad smile and reaches over and squeezes my thigh. "Well, with you out looking for wedding dresses, I don’t think that will be a problem, sweetheart."
I laugh, "I'm sorry. But her face though."
He chuckles, too. "I know."
He picks up my hand and kisses my fingertips and I watch him in a detached state.
His dark hair hangs over his face, his chiseled jaw and big red lips only add to his handsomeness. He really is a beautiful man.
She's right though, this isn’t real. It won't last… and he needs to stop being so damn perfect.
"What do you want for dinner?" he asks, interrupting my thoughts.
"I don’t know. Maybe... " my eyes flick over to him, "a bit of Jack Stevens sounds good."
He smiles darkly as he watches the road. "I hope you're hungry."
I unclip my seatbelt and lean over and unzip his jeans. He inhales sharply as I kiss his cock. "I'm fucking starving."
I sip my tea and pull the blanket around my shoulders. I'm out on the veranda and it's late at night. I can hear the animals in the forest and the mist is rolling over the hills.
I've had the most wonderful week.
Jack is intelligent and kind and funny and sexy as all fuck. We’ve talked for hours and laughed and made love. He's shown me around his beloved town. I've been cooking for us and he even took me to meet his parents. But tomorrow it all ends.
After my meeting today, I came back here for one last night. The thought of not being in his quaint little log cabin with him is upsetting me, and it shouldn’t.
Because this isn’t who I am.
I'm the acquisitions manager for Ferrara Media in New York, the one who wears designer clothes and lives in a multi-million-dollar penthouse. I eat out at the best restaurants most nights, I socialize with the elite and drink fancy cocktails.
So why does it feel like this is the end of the world?
Jack comes out and the screen door bangs shut, "You need to fix that door," I whisper.
"I know."
He picks me up and sits down and puts me on his lap. He wraps me up in the blanket and kisses my temple and I smile, feeling safe in his arms.
Rex walks up the stairs and tries to jump up to me. Funnily enough, I've even made friends with him.
"Don’t," Jack says.
Rex tries to get to me but Jack pulls me away. "Don’t, she's mine," he snaps as he holds me close.
And I could just cry, because something has never sounded so good.
Mine.
I need to snap out of this sappy business.
"You all packed?" he asks.
I nod.
"What time is your flight?"
"Nine."
Jack nods but stays silent.
There's a sense of dread between us. How do you go from not knowing someone at all, to being totally besotted with them in a week?
We haven’t discussed what's going to happen when I leave. Up until now, it's all felt so natural between us.
Leaving him, not so much.
I don’t like the idea of him being here all by himself. Who's going to look after him?
"It's been a great week," he whispers as he looks out over the mountains.