Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Now it was close to seven in the evening. He’d organized the cleaning crew to take care of the main building, and he’d taken care of the vomit in the hallway.
Holly was curled up in bed and he had presented her with a sick bowl, which was a plastic mixing bowl from the kitchen.
Making her a tea without any milk, he also toasted some bread, and didn’t spread it either. Chicken soup was on order, as that was supposed to be good for sick people, and he carried them to the bedroom.
Holly looked like total crap. Her hair was a mess. She had sweat covering her body.
She sat up and he saw tears running down her face. He moved in beside her, wrapping his arms around her, and felt her body was clammy as well.
“What’s the matter?” he asked. He wanted to find out why she was crying.
“I’m sick,” she said, sniffling again.
“I know.”
“This is horrible. You’re not going to want me after this.”
Mason chuckled.
“Don’t laugh at me, I’m sick.” She groaned and her weight dropped against him.
“You are sick.” He cupped her face and tilted her head back. “And I’m taking care of you. I figure once you’re well, you can take care of my needs.”
“Your needs.”
“Yes. I’m thinking in the future, you can suck my cock until I come in that pretty mouth and you can swallow it all. After that, you’ll have to ride my dick, because I’m going to need to feel that tight cunt on me. Then, it’s been too long since I felt your ass, so that would be next.”
She groaned.
“Do you like that, baby?”
“Yes,” she said. “I hope I’m alive to make it up to you.”
“You will be, but until then, I can just add up those sex points, what do you say?”
Holly giggled.
Pushing back the covers of the bed, he helped her to her feet. Every time he tried to pick her up, she complained the world was spinning, so he had to be careful.
He helped her to the bathroom, being careful with her, taking his time. He helped her onto the toilet seat, while he ran them both a bath. She was clearly too exhausted for a shower. Mason added bath salts to the bath and stripped out of his clothes, tossing them to the floor. He went to Holly, who was still in her pencil skirt and white blouse. They were untucked and disheveled.
With all the vomiting and the doctor’s visit, he didn’t have time to get her washed. He stripped her out of her clothes and helped her into the bath. He was being very good and didn’t look at her tits or her pussy. Instead, he focused on getting her well. She moaned as she sunk into the water. Mason climbed in behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist, and holding her close.
“You’re being so good to me,” she said. “I’m sorry I’m so sick.” She sniffled.
“I’ll take care of you.”
“I bet you’re not used to taking care of women you randomly screw.”
“Holly, I think we can both agree that we’re no longer random fucks to each other.” He kissed the top of her head.
There was silence for several seconds. “What would you call us then?” she asked.
He smiled. He reached for her hand, locked their fingers together, and stared at where they were joined.
“We could go with the good old traditional boyfriend and girlfriend?”
“You want to be my boyfriend?”
“Or, you could opt to be my fiancée?” he asked.
“Fiancée?”
“Yes.”
There was more silence.
“You’re proposing to me after I’ve thrown up all over you and your apartment?”
“Yes, and I’m still proposing to you, so that should tell you I’m very much interested in keeping you.” He pressed a kiss to her head. “Forever.”
“You do know what a fiancée means, don’t you?”
He chuckled. “I’m proposing marriage to you, Holly.” He wanted to keep her and seeing as with Holly he wanted to do the right thing, that meant taking the next step. Not forcing her to get pregnant, not manipulating her. “You don’t have to answer right away.”
“I’ve been married, Mason. Marriage is … it’s…”
“You married a cheating asshole, Holly. This time, you’ll be marrying me, and I don’t come without my faults, but I can promise you this: I will never, ever step out on you. I will never cheat on you.”
“I can’t believe you’re doing this to me when I’m sick,” she said.
He kissed the top of her head. “I know when to choose the times that will make you listen.”
Holly laughed and then groaned, putting a hand to her stomach.
Seeing as he’d just proposed, he might as well tell her the rest. “I want you to have my children, Holly. I want you to stop taking those pills so you and I can have children.”
She pulled out of his arms, and even though her eyes were bloodshot, she shook a little, and her hair was a mess. “That’s a … pretty big commitment. We’ve known each other for a month.”