Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81581 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81581 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
I love how eager she is to want to spend more time with me. When she’s gone, I sit down in her chair. Her phone buzzes.
Sean: How about lunch one day this week to discuss some business? Same place as Friday? I promise to be a perfect gentleman.
Rage bubbles in my chest. I’m dying to write him back and tell him he’s a fucking idiot but the clack of her heels tells me she’s on her way back. With a huff, I set the phone back down.
“Trying to steal my chair already?” she teases as she grabs her purse.
“The chair isn’t the only thing around here I’m going to steal.” When I smirk at her, she laughs but then her smile falls as she picks up her phone to read her text. With a frown, she taps out a response. I’m dying to know what she said to him but I know I can sneak a peek later when she’s asleep.
“What are we doing?” she questions as we start out of the building.
I guide her to where my car is parked. “Well,” I say as I open her door, “first we’re going to go eat.” She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth as she regards me. “And then I’m going to take you back to your place and fuck you.” Her eyes widen, but I shut the door before trotting around to the other side.
“Gray,” she hisses as soon as I sit inside and start the car. “What if I don’t want to fuck?”
I flash her a panty-melting—not that she’s wearing any—grin. “I’ll convince you.”
She’s been locked away in her bathroom for a good forty minutes now. After we ate a nice steak dinner at one of my favorite restaurants, I brought her back to her place. And just like I’d arranged, her locks had been replaced. I’d asked the locksmith to leave me the extra key under her doormat. I swiped that when I’d heard the shower running.
While she takes forever in the bathroom, I use the time to rifle through the closet I’d been searching through last night. Coats hang from the racks and boxes line the shelves. I’d been in the process of checking the pockets when she woke up.
I locate a letter in one coat pocket addressed to “Momma.” It isn’t sealed but it is addressed already. With my phone, I snap a picture of it for later investigation. I open it and read it quickly when I hear the hair dryer going.
Momma,
I miss you. One day maybe things can be different. You know I love you. Everything just got so bad, and I needed to get away. You know this. Of course you know this. I’ve been telling you the same thing for years. I hope the money helps. It’s all that I can afford to send, but I hope it’s enough so you don’t have to break your back every night at the diner.
Love you always.
She didn’t sign the letter nor did she add a return address. The money she sends away—the reason she lives in this shithole—makes more sense now. I fold the letter back up and stuff it in the coat pocket. I’m just closing the closet door when her cell phone starts ringing from the bedroom. Figuring it’s Sean, I stalk in there. The number is unknown.
I answer it but don’t speak.
Someone breathes heavily on the other line and my hackles raise.
“Is that you, Letty Spaghetti?” a deep voice growls.
I can fucking growl too.
But I don’t.
“I think you’ve reached the wrong number,” I bite out, my rage barely controlled. But I’ll be damned if I let on that this is her phone.
Click.
I quickly block the number and delete the trace of the call from her phone. I’ve just set it down when the bathroom door opens.
Violet steps out of the bathroom, a nervous look on her face. “Were you talking to someone?”
“Wrong number,” I assure her. My eyes peruse her perfect body that’s barely covered by her silky robe. Her nipples are hard beneath the fabric, and I can tell she’s completely naked underneath. All the anger and fury from learning that fuckface has her number washes away as heat rushes to my cock. “Wow,” I growl. “So much wow.”
A smile tugs at the corner of her lips. “Oh, this old thing,” she teases as she spins in a circle. My cock jolts when I see her delectable ass beneath the robe.
“Come here,” I order.
She stiffens and shoots me an unsure look. “Gray…”
“I just want to kiss you.” Not entirely a lie. I want to kiss every part of her. My words seem to calm her because she walks over to me and tilts her head up as if she’s waiting for that promised kiss.
My palms grab her gorgeous ass, and I pull her against me so she can feel just how hard I am for her. A gasp of air escapes her.