Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 122506 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 613(@200wpm)___ 490(@250wpm)___ 408(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122506 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 613(@200wpm)___ 490(@250wpm)___ 408(@300wpm)
When I eventually sink back into my body, Fin smiles up at me so sweetly.
“Oh, my,” I whisper, my brain cells still rattling loose. So much for sweet, as he just lowers his head and licks at me again, working me with the full flat of his tongue. “Too much,” I say, twisting away.
“Not even. My wife is defeated by nothing.”
My heart hammers, my body pulses. And a crash sounds from beyond the door, followed by a shrill voice. One I recognize?
“Evie?” Fin’s brow flickers.
I push at his shoulders because I hear her voice too. “Quickly,” I say, pulling my dress straight.
“You stay here,” he orders, on his feet now.
“As if!” I retort, following him out the storeroom door.
“Mr. . . . whatever your name was. You need to leave.” Evie seems to be embodying her husband, chin held high, tone icily frightening.
There’s glass on the floor, a plate or two. And Mr. Whatever is right. Though I know his name well enough.
“I’m not leaving until you give me my deposit back,” he says gruffly.
Adam. God, he looks rough. Dark-circled eyes and unkempt hair. He looks like he’s slept in his clothes too.
“As the gentleman on the front desk explained to you, your fiancée . . . sorry”—Evie holds up her hand—“your ex-fiancée already claimed the refund when she canceled the wedding booking.”
No way. This is too trippy.
“You had no right to give it to that cheating whore!” he yells. “I paid the fucking deposit.”
“That, you will need to take up with her,” Evie retorts. “And speaking of rights, you have no right to be here. I don’t appreciate your tone, and if you don’t leave, I’ll be forced to—”
“—call me,” Fin growls, coming to Evie’s side.
“I was thinking more along the lines of Bo,” Evie murmurs. “Where is the fluffy monster when you need him?”
“That’s an expensive-looking suit for security,” Adam retorts, his eyes flicking over my husband’s muscled frame. He does a double take as his gaze reaches Fin’s top pocket, but it doesn’t hold, as I come to a stop by Fin’s side. “Mila?”
“Hello, Adam,” I answer happily.
“Adam?” Fin’s gaze flicks down to me, half-disbelieving.
I give a short shrug, because the man does look rough.
“Fin, this is Adam,” I begin, as though Fin’s hair isn’t standing on end and those aren’t my knickers hanging out of his top pocket. “Adam, this is my husband, Fin DeWitt.”
“What?”
“Oh, this is so perfect!” I exclaim, practically shimmering with pleasure at the look on his face.
“Is it?” Fin asks, waiting for the punch line.
“Adam, you waste of space, I’m so happy to hear you’ve had a taste of your own medicine.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he begins, though he shrinks back as Fin jerks forward.
I press my hand over my husband’s arm. “I’ve got this,” I murmur, then turn back to the waste of space I once knew as my fiancé. “I’ve imagined this, you know? Bumping into you. But I couldn’t have dreamed up this perfection. See this room? This is to hold the celebration of our love, right?” I look to my husband.
“You got it, honeybuns.”
Honeybuns is good, but I would’ve settled for slut muffin too. His slut muffin.
“And look at you,” I say scrunching my nose as I give him a once-over. “All sad sack and dumped. Then look at me,” I demand happily, all game show hands as I indicate my luck, my friend, and my man. “This beats sesame chicken any day of the week!”
“Are you on drugs?” Adam frowns.
“Nature’s own! Excellent sex and horny hormones.”
Fin barks out a laugh, and Evie murmurs, “Go, Mila.”
“Anyway, it was nice to see you. Under the circumstances.” I grin again. I am loving this shit for me! “I’d leave if I were you, before Fin happily punches your lights out. Or Evie’s killer dog bites off your testicles.”
“I’m pleased I dumped you,” he mutters.
“Ditto!” I pucker my lips and press them to Fin’s cheek as I pull out my underwear from his pocket. “Because Fin is such a catch. And he loves me for me.”
“You’re off your fucking trolley.” Adam shakes his head.
“I tend to get a bit over the top when I’m coming down from an orgasm. Not that you’d know. See ya!” I say, giving my knickers a wave. They’re white, but this is no surrender as I slide my arm through Fin’s and hug him close.