Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 141251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
She’s fucking perfect in every way. I’ve never met a woman like her. We connect on every level: mind, body, and soul.
She’s got me.
I don’t want to be anywhere else on Earth but here with her doing this.
It’s weird.
We went out for dinner last night, and we talked and laughed for hours. Then we danced and she sang to me, I get an image of her singing up at me on the dance floor and my heart constricts, making me frown. After that we came home and made love, and she sang to me some more while I laughed at her terrible voice.
What is this feeling?
She rustles about. “Jules?” she mumbles sleepily.
“I’m here, baby,” I whisper, wrapping my arm around her to pull her close.
She smiles, her eyes still closed, and snuggles into my chest. Moments later I can tell she’s asleep again by the rhythm of her breathing.
I need to go to the bathroom, but I’m not getting up because then I’ll have to let her go. I kiss her forehead and close my eyes.
Having her in my arms is as close to Heaven as I’ve ever been.
Brielle.
The candle between us flickers, casting a subtle shadow on Julian. We’re in a romantic Italian restaurant drinking champagne limoncello cocktails after devouring the most beautiful meal in the history of good food.
“Can I ask you something?”
He smiles. “I assume you’re going to, anyway.”
I giggle and hold my glass up to him. “Your mother told me about Masters Group and what your role is there.” “Okay.”
I frown. “Why are you a judge when your family’s business is so successful?”
“I studied law at university so that I could work in the family business. But then….” His voice trails off for a moment. “I had all the stuff happen with Alina and I needed a distraction, so I threw myself into studying harder. Somewhere along the line, the family business wasn’t enough for me.”
I watch him as I try to imagine him back then. “What happened when she told you she was pregnant?”
“I demanded a paternity test.” I frown.
“I slept with her on the first night we met.” He shrugs. “I knew she slept around. She knew who I was, about my family’s wealth.” “Is that what you thought? That she was after your money?” I ask.
He sips his drink and his eyes glaze over. “I did.” “Until?”
“Until she died.”
“Did you fight often? Sorry for asking questions, I’m just trying to get my head around being married to someone and not be in love with them.”
“It’s okay. I’ve never talked about this stuff with anyone other than Spencer and Sebastian.”
“Spencer and Sebastian?” I frown.
“My two friends.” He sips his drink and smiles. “You know, the ones from the back of the school hall?”
My eyes widen, and I giggle. “Oh, them. Spencer and Sebastian. Even their names sound naughty.”
“They’re trouble, that’s for sure.”
“What do they do?”
“Sebastian owns a mining company. He’s divorced, no kids.” He smiles fondly. “And Spence is an architect who has fucked his way around the world… twice. He designs skyscrapers, and he chooses to live between here and New York.”
I smile. “You’re close to them, I can tell.”
“They’ve kept me sane over the years. They know me better than anyone. We’ve been through a lot together.” He puts his hand up to the waiter, silently asking for two more cocktails.
I eye the golden fluid in my fancy glass “These things are super potent.”
"Oh, like you can't handle a good drink, Little Miss Let's Get Fucked Up."
I giggle, and then another question comes to me and my face falls serious.
“What?” he asks.
“I have another question, and I don’t want you to get annoyed with me, but these are the things I think about when I’m alone. I just want to lay it out on the table, you know?”
He rolls his eyes. “Go on.”
“You’re the most sexual man I’ve ever been with. When we’re together, we have a lot of sex and you can’t keep your hands off me. Every night we sleep together we have sex in some shape or form. I can’t imagine you ever going without it.”
He sits back in his chair and rubs his thumb back and forth over his bottom lip. “Where are you going with this?” He asks.
“You said you didn’t have much sex with Alina. That it only happened a handful of times.”
His eyes hold mine.
“Did you have affairs?” I whisper.
He sips his drink and his gaze slowly drops to the table.
The answer is important to me, though. I need to know who I’m in love with.
His eyes rise to meet mine. “I never had an affair. I wouldn’t do that to someone.”
I hold my breath as I watch him.
“I had sex with multiple high-end prostitutes instead.”
My brows crease together.
He sits forward and takes my hand across the table, trying to read my shocked expression. “And it was lonely, cold, and nothing like what we have.”