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)
Mason laughed. “Consider it done.”
“Just like that?” she asked.
“Yes, just like that.”
“And do you always get what you want?”
“Can’t you tell I do?”
Holly chuckled. He had seen her, wanted her, and now he had her.
Her stomach chose that moment to growl.
“I think that’s my cue to feed you.”
She followed him into the kitchen and pulled out one of the chairs so she could sit at the table. Holly couldn’t believe that she was now engaged.
“Oh,” Mason said, suddenly. “That reminds me.” He reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out a ring. “I got this for you.”
It was a beautiful, very expensive-looking diamond engagement ring.
“You were really planning to propose?”
“I don’t think I imagined doing it in the bath while you were throwing your guts up, but it’s certainly going to be a tale we tell the kids. Do you want to try it on?”
She held her hand out to him and he slid the ring over her finger. “Perfect fit.”
It was. There was no reason to resize it. The ring was perfect.
“I know you’re nervous but I promise you, you don’t have to be. I’ll take care of you, Holly. I’ll look after you. I promise.”
She believed him, especially as he made her pancakes for breakfast, and didn’t say a word about her asking for some scrambled eggs and bacon, along with more hot maple syrup to drizzle on top. She was starving.
Chapter Ten
One Month Later
Wedding plans were coming along, slowly.
Mason had a few challenging things to deal with at work, which were not limited to the legal side of his life. After he had discovered the lab that was supplying the dope in his nightclub, he had sent the cops to take it down, to destroy it. This had caused a few tricky details. Holly’s identity as his soon-to-be wife had also been discovered. He had more men guarding her, but just last week there had been someone who entered the library, and if it hadn’t been for his trained men, he would have stabbed her.
He got close. They had been wandering through the shelves, looking for a book. The man, who was now dead, knew where to take Holly to get her alone. Once his men realized the danger she was in, one of his men distracted her, while the other took care of the threat. Holly was none the wiser. There was no getting out of this life for him.
“You’re distracted,” Holly said.
She sipped her drink. This was their Friday night date where Holly wore whatever dress he’d chosen for her, and he took her dancing. He loved to see her dance and the clothes he chose for her highlighted every curve. He loved the way her tits pressed up against the front of her dress. Then of course there was the small piece of flesh exposed at the back.
That time at the library hadn’t been the only hit. Two men had killed his main receptionist within the building. Before the man died, he’d hit the alert, which went out to all the apartments. Mason had been on his cell phone as the alert activated on his phone. He went out with his men, took care of the problem, killing the two men and discarding the bodies.
There was always a danger to his life, a threat. Now that he had Holly and he wanted to keep that life away from her, the threats seemed to be everywhere and he couldn’t stop it.
This angered him more than ever before.
For years he had accepted the threat. When you were king, people always came after you, and he didn’t have anything or anyone he cared about or loved.
Holly was different. He reached out, running a hand down her arm.
“How can I not be distracted with you at my side?”
She smirked. “Nice recovery, but I have a feeling something is on your mind. Talk to me.”
“There’s nothing on my mind. I promise you, baby, nothing.”
She rolled her eyes. “Now you’re lying.” She took hold of his hand, locking their fingers together. “Tell me honestly, are you getting cold feet?”
He lifted his gaze to hers. “Cold feet?”
“You know, about the wedding and everything else? If you don’t want to have kids, I can go back on it. If you don’t want to get married, we can stop—”
He needed to silence her. Reaching out, he grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her in close. He slammed his lips down on hers and she released a moan. Her body melted against him, and that was exactly what he wanted.
“No,” he said. “No, I don’t want you to go back on the pill. No, I’m not getting cold feet. No to all.” He kissed down toward her neck, sucking on her pulse. “I want you to be mine so badly, Holly.”
“Then tell me what’s wrong?”