Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 113837 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113837 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
“I…” Bellamy frowned at the letter. “I can’t take this.”
“Bellamy…” I started.
This might be his only shot. Regardless of our relationship or the issues with my dad, he should absolutely take this. I wouldn’t allow him to let pride, or loyalty to me, get in the way.
“It’s in your name,” Dad said, finally taking a seat. “The funds are reserved only for you. So you can either use it or let it sit there.”
The three of us fell into silence for a moment.
“I hope this goes some way to making amends, Drucella. I…” He let out a hard breath. “I love you, and I’ve only ever wanted the best for you. After speaking to your mother, I realize I have gone about it wrong, and that perhaps you value different things in your life to us.”
I literally had no idea what to say. None. A lump formed in my throat. Tears stung my eyes.
“I only ever wanted you to love me,” I whispered.
My dad dropped his chin to his chest. “And I’m sorry I made you feel that I didn’t.” He pushed up from his chair. “I’ll go and get dinner from the kitchen.”
A man of few words and fewer emotions, but he did love me. In a heartbeat Bellamy was right beside me, lips brushing over my hair as he pulled me into his arms.
“This is so fucking weird,” I choked, half crying and half laughing at what a mess I was. “You have to take that scholarship, Bellamy.”
“Whatever you want, baby girl.”
56
Epilogue
Drew- Four years later
“Wet for me, baby girl?”
The streetlights flashed through the curtained windows of the limo as we wound through the city streets. The glow was just enough that I could make out the perfection of Bellamy’s face. All dark hair and perfect jawline, a smirk that promised to make all my problems disappear—of which I had none.
“You say that to all the girls?” I asked, then felt him smirk against my skin while he worked the strap of my dress from my shoulder.
“Only you…” He pulled my panties to the side, and his finger slipped inside me. “Soaked, like always.”
His teeth raked my neck, and that addictive buzz hummed through my veins the same way it always did for him. “I’m not fucking you,” I teased.
“Not gonna fuck me, huh?” His finger worked deeper. “So what, you came all the way to France with me, and hopped in the back of a limo to play a game of ‘get to know you?’” His mouth moved from my throat to my breast, while he pushed my skirt above my hips.
I let out a laugh that was half lost on a moan when his fingers pushed deeper.
“So what, baby girl? You wanna know my favorite color?”
“Your favorite color is black.”
He glanced up, frowning. “That’s not how you role play, Drew.” Then he spread my legs and settled between them, locking eyes with me as he nipped at the inside of my thigh. “Or should I call you Genevieve?”
It had been over four years and he still wouldn’t let me live that down. “Oh, fuck you, Bellamy.” I fisted his hair and yanked.
“That’s more like it.” His teeth sank into my skin on a groan, then his hand went for my throat. “I like it when you get all angry.”
Less than five minutes later, his dress slacks were undone and he was buried inside of me.
There was something undeniable sexy about him in that tuxedo, going at me like a wildman. He might look civilized right now, but he wasn’t, and there was nothing civilized about the way he fucked me. Choking and biting between whispered, dirty words.
The car rolled into the port just as that weightless feeling took hold, heating my body in a tidal wave of bliss. I had to bury my face in Bellamy’s chest to silence the moans.
“Shit,” he huffed, picking up his pace until he stiffened, then let out a guttural groan I knew the driver had to have heard.
“I swear to God, I could never get tired of this.” He pressed a kiss to my lips, sweeping a hand over my jaw then tugging my dress back in place.
“Good.” I kissed him before we stumbled out of the car onto the harbor side.
Mom’s yacht was docked further down, a floating ode to luxury and all things Bellamy and I had very little to do with these days. Even though they were at our full disposal.
I took his hand, winding my fingers through his. I needed to tell him something before we stepped on that boat and someone offered me Champagne I couldn’t drink. My stomach clenched with nerves, and I chewed on my bottom lip.
He turned to look at me and his brows knitted together. “Are you going to throw up or something?” And ironically, it wasn’t that far off the mark.