Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
“I’ll make it worth it,” I’d whispered harshly into her ear, my voice choked up and my throat tight. “Move in with me, now.”
She had nodded against me, her lips grazing my jaw.
“I’ll move in this weekend,” she’d promised sweetly, gazing at me, her eyes limpid pools of need and desire. “I promise.”
And our living situation hasn’t been the only change either.
“Stop working in the coffee shop,” I’d commanded a few weeks later as I watched Evie tie an apron on. The green wrap highlighted her tiny waist, contrasting against her huge boobs and generous ass. “I have more than enough. You know that.”
But Evie had resisted on that one.
“Stone, I can’t just take from you,” she’d explained slowly, her eyes flickering to me even as she bit her lip. “I’m already living with you rent-free, eating your food, and you’ve given me a car …” Her voice had trailed off.
I was adamant. “Evie,” I’d growled again. “What do you make at the coffee shop? Ten bucks an hour? Trust me, I have millions, and I’m making millions more at Phillips. There’s no need to work in the salt mines.”
But my girl wasn’t having it.
“No, Stone,” she’d argued softly. “I still need something that’s mine. I can’t live off your hand-outs, and besides, the coffee shop is hardly a dungeon.”
But I was not having it.
“It’s not a hand-out,” I’d explained tightly. “You’re my girl, and I’m more than happy to support you. My money is your money, and what’s mine is yours.”
The brunette had smiled again, taking my hand in her soft ones and bringing me close to cradle my face in her hands.
“I know, big guy. I know you’re all about sharing,” she’d whispered, giving me a sweet kiss on the lips. “And I appreciate you paying my tuition.” She’d punctuated the words with another kiss. “But I still need a small bit of financial independence, so I’m working, and that’s final,” she’d remarked determinedly before sashaying out with a wink, those hips swinging and oh so tantalizing.
And I had accepted it. After all, I’m proud of my girl, and that’s exactly what we’re working toward … independence mixed with dependence so that we’re in a balanced relationship. But at the same time, I want Evie to know just how serious I am about sharing, how serious I am about “our money,” “our things,” and “our life.” So I decide to make it legal. I’m going to put everything on the line, my freedom be damned. I want to show the world that we belong together, that I belong to her and she belongs to me, and a wedding is exactly the answer.
I’ve got a diamond in my pocket, a real stunner. A five-carat beauty that will look amazing on her finger. And I’m looking forward to getting down on one knee and proposing, watching a sweet smile slip over my best girl’s face as her eyes light with joy. Because you know what? I might have started out as the teacher, but Evie’s more than just a student, so much more. She’s my fiancée, my wife, my life, my everything. And she always will be.
THE END