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)
Every muscle in his stomach clenches as he pumps, and then, as if he needs more leverage, he lifts one of his legs and puts his foot on the bed beside me to really let me have it.
I scream into the mattress as a tornado of an orgasm tears me apart. Julian tips his head back, groaning his appreciation as he comes deep inside my body.
For a while, he moves slowly, in and out on repeat. Eventually, I feel his gentle kisses trail across my back as he comes to lie over me, his cock still inside me.
He turns my head and gifts me with a kiss. “I love you,” he whispers against my mouth.
I can’t answer him. I’m still dealing with myself. I think the term ‘hot mess’ was made for this moment. He’s all around me, all I can see. He’s deep inside my body, his tongue taking over my mouth.
He’s etched on my heart.
“I love you,” I confess
He smiles and holds my head to his. “How the hell did I ever get you?”
“Smithson Employment agency,” I pant.
He chuckles and slowly pulls out of me. I feel the sharp sting of his withdrawal, and I’m surprised by how much I want him to stay there.
He kisses me and pulls me up by the hand. “I need to wash you.”
I smile sleepily. “I know. I’m a very dirty girl.”
It’s Saturday night, and Willow is finally going out with Lola. This isn’t to the party—that’s next weekend—but she’s really nervous, anyway. Even I’m nervous for her. This is the first time since I’ve been here that she’s gone out with anyone her own age.
“Where exactly are you going?” Julian frowns as he sits in his wingback chair with his book in his hands and his feet up on the ottoman.
“Just dinner and the movies.”
“What time will you be home?”
“The movie ends at eleven.”
“You’re only sixteen, you know, Will. I don’t want you out all night.”
She rolls her eyes at me. “I know, Dad.”
“Am I driving you?” he asks.
“No, Lola drives.” He looks up from his book. “I don’t want you driving around in a learner’s car.” He looks to me. “Bree, did you know that this girl is old enough to drive?”
“Julian, she’s fine.” I sigh. “She has her license and I’ve met Lola at golf and she seems lovely.”
Well, not really, but we did say hello. Willow seems to like her anyway.
“I’m going to get dressed.” Will smiles before she bounds up the stairs.
I hunch my shoulders. “I’m so excited for her.”
Julian goes back to concentrating on his book. “I’ll be excited when my dick is in your mouth tonight,” he mutters to himself.
I bend over and lean down to whisper into his ear, “You are a very filthy man.”
He smirks and slaps my ass. “With an even filthier, totally fuckable nanny.”
Twenty minutes later there’s a knock on the door.
“You get it,” I whisper.
“You get it,” he counters.
“This is your house. You get it.”
He begrudgingly stands and opens the door.
“Hello, Mr. Masters. I’m Lola.” She smiles and shakes his hand
“Hello, Lola. He replies “Lovely to meet you.” He turns to me. “This is Brielle.”
I smile and she shakes my hand. “Hello, Brielle.”
Oh, she’s gorgeous, naturally pretty, and she’s wearing navy pants with a white shirt.
“Hi, Lola. It’s lovely to meet you.”
She runs her hand over her thighs, obviously nervous, and Will comes down the stairs. Lola looks up at Will and smiles softly when their eyes meet.
Willow is wearing her blue date dress, as well as her heels. She looks absolutely beautiful. Her hair is down and curled, and she has soft makeup on which highlight all her best features.
She walks down the stairs, and Lola watches on. I glance between the two of them and start to feel like I’m having an out of body experience.
My heart beats wildly in my chest as I watch the two of them silently interact with one another.
Oh, my God.
Why didn’t I see this before?
You stupid fool, Brielle.
This isn’t a friendly movie night.
This is a date.
I think Willow might be gay.
I sit in the car outside Will’s school on Monday afternoon. She finishes at 2:00 p.m. today. I’ve been wracking my brain all weekend about how to talk to her about her sexuality. I didn’t say anything to Julian. How could I when I don’t even know if my suspicions are true?
I spoke to Emerson at lunch yesterday about it in great length, and we both came to the conclusion that Willow has to tell me herself. I can’t approach her about it. It may just be a stage and I don’t want to make it a bigger thing than it needs to be. All I can do is support her and be here for her when she needs me.
The school bell rings, and I sit and wait as the children all start streaming out of the school. Eventually, the cars all start leaving. Most of the children are gone, so where is she?