Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 86068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
“Or not,” Vivienne murmurs to me as she looks out the window.
“We have dinner tonight at five,” Matthew says to us both. “Your grandparents are coming in tomorrow and are excited to meet your man.”
I look over at Vivienne and then back at Matthew. “Are you talking about Cooper Stone?” I ask him, my heart beating a bit faster than normal. “Like, the Cooper Stone?”
Matthew just chuckles. “Not another one.” He looks over at me. “When Wilson met him, he cried.” He stops the SUV, putting it in park.
Vivienne opens her door, and her father follows her out of the SUV, giving me a chance to wrap my head around all of this. I get out in time to grab the last of the luggage out of the trunk. “Thank you, Dad,” she says, kissing his cheek. “Send me the details for tonight.”
“Will do. Xavier.” He turns to me. “I’d like to sit down with you while you’re here.” My hands start to tingle with nerves. “Get to know you a little better.”
“If that is code for threatening him.” Vivienne puts her hands on her hips. “The answer is no.”
“I’m not going to threaten him,” he says, but his tone doesn’t give me a warm fuzzy feeling. I also know that eventually, I’m going to want to sit down with him to give him my side of the story.
“I think that will be a good idea,” I agree, my hand gripping the handle to the suitcase so tight my knuckles turn white. He nods at me and gets back in the SUV, leaving me to follow Vivienne all the way up to the penthouse.
She punches the code into the door, and it clicks open. I wheel both suitcases into the bedroom before she turns and looks at me, her eyes bright as the sun. “I didn’t tell my father anything.”
“I know that,” I reassure her. “I never thought you did.”
“Good,” she says. “Now, are you sure you are okay with all this?” She uses her hand to do a circle in the air. “It’s a lot, and there will be a lot of people there.”
“Are you going to be there?” I ask her, and she nods her head. “Then I’m going to be there.”
“Okay.” She smiles as she comes to me. “And if it becomes too much for you, all you have to do is say the word.”
That night when we walk into the restaurant, I don’t know what I’m expecting, but it’s definitely not all these people. I’m introduced to her aunts, who are identical, and then their husbands, who also played. She introduced me to her namesake, whose first question was if my penis was the reason she was smiling. I just about choked on my drink. I met her cousins who are up-and-coming, especially Matthew Petrov, who should go one or two at the draft pick next year.
She doesn’t move from my side the whole night, making sure I feel okay. Making me love her even more. That night, when we slide into bed, and I take her in my arms, I wait for her to sleep before I whisper, “I love you.”
She walks into the bedroom the next evening as I slip on my black jacket. “Are you almost ready?” she asks, and I stop midway. I’ve seen her looking beautiful the whole time, but this, right here, in this white gown she is wearing, she is quite literally a masterpiece. Her hair is split in the middle and pulled back into a ponytail. The only jewelry she is wearing is silver earrings. The dress is what I can’t stop looking at, every step she makes toward me, her leg comes out of the slit on the right side. It’s a one-shoulder long dress, with a slit in the front and in the back. A big, white fabric flower sits on one shoulder as it ruffles down. “You look so handsome.” She sits down on the bench, slipping her feet into sparkly silver high heels with red bottoms. She stands up and smooths down her dress. “Is this okay?”
“It’s.” I try to find the words. “It’s.” I shake my head as she puts her hands on my chest. “You look so beautiful.” I lean down and kiss her lips, not even caring that she just had her makeup done.
She wipes the gloss off my lips when I let her go. “Shall we go?” she suggests, and I think about it for a second. “The sooner we go, the sooner we can come back here, and you can see what I’m wearing under this.”
I groan as my cock stirs to attention. “That doesn’t help anything.” She slips her hand in mine as she grabs a small silver purse and ushers us out to the waiting car. “This is a big deal, right?” I look over at her. It has just dawned on me that this is going to be a huge night.