Mr. Masters Read Online T.L. Swan

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 141251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
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I rest my elbow on the table and drop my head into my hand. “I don’t fucking know. Not here.”

“I take it she didn’t take the news too well?” Spencer asks.

“We argued about it last weekend.” I sip my beer.

They both frown as they listen.

“Today she opened a confirmation letter for a vasectomy I had booked this week.” I rub my hand through my hair.

“Ouch.” Seb winces at Spencer. “That’s got to hurt.”

I close my eyes. “You should have seen her face,” I whisper sadly.

“Fuck. If I were her I would have given you the vasectomy on the spot with my knee,” Spencer murmurs.

“He hasn’t gone home yet. That’s probably going to happen tonight.”

They both chuckle at their stupid joke.

“What are you going to do?” Spencer asks.

Another round of drinks arrive.

The walls start to close in around me and I feel my chest tighten as I consider both my options. The thought of repeating what I’ve been through with Alina terrifies me so badly, it nearly brings on a panic attack.

But how am I supposed to live without Bree?

She’s everything to me.

I drain my beer and stare at the television screen on the wall above us. Not that I can see it. All I see is Bree’s heartbroken face. All I hear is the disappointment and sadness in her whispered voice. Her words come back to me.

“Alina’s husband is here and I don’t love him. He’s a fucking coward.”

I can’t be here. I put my glass onto the table and stand. “I’ve got to go home.”

“I thought we were going out tonight?” Seb frowns.

“Yeah, I got bigger fucking worries than a night out with you two losers. Catch you later.”

I don’t remember getting home. I don’t remember walking up the front steps or unlocking the door. I stand in the dark foyer and look around the silent house.

Is she here?

She’s left already…

“Bree?” I call. No answer. “Bree?” I walk down to her room and I open the door, peering in. “Bree?”

The boys could have been onto something about that castration. The showers on, and I walk in to find her curled up in a ball crying as the hot water runs over her.

My heart breaks. “Baby,” I whisper.

I take off my clothes and climb in, immediately pulling her onto my lap. “Shh,” I whisper. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” I kiss her forehead as I hold her tightly and she cries on my chest. I can’t stand seeing her this hurt. “It’s okay. I won’t get it. I won’t get it, I promise,” I whisper into her hair.

She clings to me and I hold her. I don’t know how to make this better.

I don’t want more children.

I don’t want marriage.

But I love her so much.

This is an impossible situation. One of us has to live a lie for the other to be happy.

Brielle

We sit in the bottom of the shower for over an hour, I’m on Julian’s lap. He lets me cry as he whispers apologies for hurting me. I don’t know how to deal with this. …only that tonight he is back with me and isn’t blocking me out like he has been for the last week.

“Come on,” he mutters. “Let’s get you out of here, you’re going cold.” He pulls me to my feet and wraps his arms around me. I cling to him. I feel like we’re close to the end of our time together, and I know he does, too.

“Bree,” he whispers.

I keep my head on his chest.

“Look at me, baby.”

I drag my eyes up to his and he takes my face in his hands. “I love you so much. Please know how much I love you.”

I stare up him, numb.

“I won’t get a vasectomy.” He kisses me softly. “I promise. Okay? I don’t know what I was thinking. I freaked out and…” His voice trails off.

I nod, mollified for the moment.

“Just give me some time.” He kisses me softly. “I just need some more time.”

My eyes search his.

“Please?” he whispers. “I don’t want to lose you. I can’t stand seeing you like this.”

I drop my head to his chest and he holds me tight. Maybe we can work through this.

“You hurt me,” I whisper.

"I know." He presses another kiss to my lips. "I'm sorry."

Our kiss turns passionate and my face creases against his. It’s been a long week of tension and I’ve missed my man. Maybe we just needed to have it out and now things will be okay?

He wraps me in a towel and dries me before we move to lie down together on the bed.

He runs his fingers through my hair, never taking his eyes off me. He seems miles away. What’s he thinking about? We’re staring at each other as he dusts the backs of his fingers down my cheek, a small smile creeping onto his face


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