Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 32313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
“Please Blake.” I implore him still crying but also whimpering and begging for more.
Over and over, we move, kissing whispering and sharing parts of ourselves through movement and unspoken admissions. His thumb hits my clit and I scream into the night, praying he catches me when I fall. “I love you.” I dive off the cliff as the words lay hanging in the balance.
Chapter Thirteen
BLAKE
Thank fuck. I thought I was going to strap her to this bed and not let her free until she said those words to me. “It’s about fucking time, baby.” I kiss her more, my twitching cock still inside of her, not ready to go down.
“What are you talking about? About time for what?” she is so fucking cute and confused. What do you expect, asshole? You haven’t told her either. The rational part of me chides me. I know I have not said it to her first, but I have been showing her every chance I get.
“I have been waiting for you to admit it so I can do this.” I lean over her, causing us both to moan as the movement causes friction where we are joined. Pulling open the side table, I reach inside and grab the box from Harry Winston holding the four carat princess cut diamond in it. I have been holding on to this for the past three days, impatiently waiting for the moment to give it to her.
When the box comes into view, she gasps, putting her hand over her mouth. “What...I..” grabbing her hand, I pull it to my mouth and kiss it before pulling the ring from the box.
“This is never to leave your finger, Flower.” she stares at it like it is going to bite her. “Hey, look at me.” she has unshed tears in her eyes and most of it is not from happiness. “Will you tell me now? Please.”
She takes a couple of minutes. “When I went to the restroom, Angelica Witherspoon and her friend came into the room, and I overheard them talking about how the two of you are engaged and she said that she was wearing the family heirloom and the announcement is going to be made.” It spills from her lips like poison. Each word cementing the finality of my relationship with my parents.
What she doesn’t know is that the summons I received to go to my father’s study was about this very thing. He tried commanding me to go out there and announce our engagement like I am some petulant child. After cursing him and his money and renouncing any further relationship with him or my mother, I walked out, looking for Lilah. I was desperately trying to locate her, sure my mom was going to destroy her. I guess I was too late.
“Look at me, my flower.” She looks so unsure. So torn about what to believe that it is ripping me apart inside. All the work I have been trying to do to get her to trust me and believe in us, I feel it slipping away. “I love you, baby. So damn much. I had nothing until you showed up. Nothing but a shell of a life filled with superficial dinners and fake smiles. I was waiting for you and didn’t know it. There has been nothing, nor will there ever be between me and that harpy. I would never hurt you like that or allow anyone else to. Tell me you believe me. Say you will marry me.” What will I do if she doesn’t believe my obsession with her is real and bone deep? I look into her eyes, beseeching her to believe me. Trust me. Choose me. She looks down at the ring once more, and back up to my face.
“I believe you, Blake. I don’t know why I was given this assignment and put into your path, but you have made every second worth it. I thought I knew what I wanted before I met you, but maybe I was lingering, hovering in the waiting room of love until you showed up. I trust you and I choose you.”
“Thank fuck.” I kiss her, moaning when her pussy squeezes my cock. “Now where were we?”
We have been engaged for three days and it has been…interesting. The morning after I gave her the ring, she insisted I come with her to the hospital to meet her mother. Walking in I wasn’t sure what to expect, but it certainly wasn’t this sprite, firecracker the spitting image of my flower with blonde hair.
To say she was surprised is an understatement. She put me through the third degree rightfully so, but in the end, she deemed me worthy. She then finished our visit with a caution. She said she wasn’t the one I needed to worry about. The following night, I found that to be true.