Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 48017 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 240(@200wpm)___ 192(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48017 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 240(@200wpm)___ 192(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
I hear her shrieking from her room upstairs, and I’m off the couch and up the stairs, pushing her door open so hard I hear the door snap off its hinges.
Chapter Fifteen
Ashlee
Seeing Brandon so hard again for the second (or is it third?) time today. It’s too much.
I want him so bad, I really do. But for god’s sake, the man’s huge down there.
I’m gonna need some time to process everything that happened today, let alone get my head, or anything else around the sheer magnitude of his huge cock.
I feel bad for making Brandon uncomfortable, and I wish I could just give myself to him. I’m not leading him on or anything either.
I really do want to give myself to him.
But it’s a big deal for me, in more ways than one and not just given his size. I’m still reeling over what the man did with his mouth on me.
What the rest of him is capable of makes me shiver just thinking about it.
He’s here though and having him so close even though it’s only downstairs makes me feel safer than I ever have in my life.
I try telling myself that I’ll wake up and all this will have been a fantastic dream, that’s how good it feels.
I guess I’m still not used to the idea of anything actually working out or sticking for me in this life.
It’s a strange, nervous energy mixed with tiredness that I feel and it makes me wonder if I’ll ever sleep properly again let alone just for tonight.
I change out of my sweats into my even comfier Pajamas and settle into my creaky sofa bed once I unfold it.
Brandon’s right. I deserve better than this… Cynthia and Mark have helped me, but really? I’m living in an attic, getting paid less than minimum wage…
Something tells me Brandon’s always right. Even though he drives me nuts sometimes with his Alpha male attitude about everything.
I groan aloud, remembering my phone on the table, and just out of reach for me to use it to set my alarm.
Tomorrow’s a big day. A big weekend if the bosses are sick, so I can’t afford to sleep in.
Swiping the phone to life, I set my alarm but am surprised by a series of new messages from my website and social media accounts.
It happens, but not very often.
Lots of times it’s tire kickers, pretending to want a dress but really just wanting everything for free. Or it’s from the type of people who get off on being rude and mean to anyone trying to make a go of things online for themselves.
Ugh. I figured.
Looks like someone pretending to want a wedding dress to wind me up. I really don’t have the time to—
Wait. What?
I blink and even pinch myself, thinking I’m seeing things.
I double-triple-check I’m on the right platform, making sure I haven’t opened a scam message or email.
Then I check my online payment platform account.
Holy crap on a cracker.
I swipe back to my original message:
Hi Ashlee,
Longtime admirer, first time buyer here. I haven’t set the date yet but am planning on getting married later this year.
Your gowns are just to die for and I’d love to work with you to make the wedding dress I know I deserve for my big day. Something special that will last so I can pass it down to my grandkids.
I’ll leave the design up to you (it’s your greatest talent, I can just tell), and hope the down payment I’ve sent to you is enough for your time and materials to draft some ideas/samples.
I’ll be in touch real soon.
So excited,
Brenda.
P.S. If it is you in the photos, we’re the same size! Anything you design that fits you will fit me just perfectly. Spare no expense! Lol XXX
I’ve made a few wedding dresses from online orders, but most come through the bridal store.
But there must be some mistake. I check my account again.
$10,000 credit applied.
I feel myself starting to shake all over. Like I’m about to faint.
I check the messages again and then my account.
The money was sent earlier today, so if there was a problem I’m sure Brenda would have been in touch.
I almost drop the phone once it dawns on me that this is real.
This is exactly what Brandon was talking about. Getting paid what you’re worth by people who want your products and services.
I can’t lay down anymore, and I get up, starting to pace the tiny attic loft as it sinks in.
I look over everything just one more time and realize I’ve finally snagged a profitable sale for once and I let out a shriek of excitement.
A heartfelt squeal of delight.
The sudden sound of heavy steps on the stairs, and then the door being thrown open with such force its hinges snap makes me scream for real until I see it’s just Brandon again.