Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
I knew when my security sent me the picture of her in that dress tonight that I wouldn't be able to stay away from her. I made it through dinner, but when they’d ended up at the club, all bets were off.
She has no fucking clue how sexy she is, which is making her all the more alluring. She doesn’t even notice that men stop and take notice whenever she walks across the room. It drives me insane when I see the lust in their eyes. I know what they want. What they are thinking. I’ve been them.
It made me want to grab her and pull her back home like a fucking caveman. Yeah, there is something wrong with me. Has been since Kennedy walked into my life. In that moment I knew deep down I was never going to let her walk back out.
The second my back hits the bed, she’s on me, wrapping her body around me. Her tits press into my side as she throws her leg over me. She places a kiss on my chest.
“I take it you're not mad at me anymore?” I ask. I might not be able to have her tonight because she’s not in the right state of mind, but maybe I could learn a few things about her that she’s been hiding from me.
“I wasn't mad at you.”
“You were something.” I feel her give a shrug.
“If you don’t tell me then we can’t fix it. I don’t know about you, but I want this marriage to be a happy one. I know it’s an arranged one, but that doesn't mean it can’t be good.”
That shit shouldn't eat me up inside. I was the one that pushed this, not really giving her much of a choice, but fuck I still want her to pick me. I was too impatient to try to date her. I don’t even know how to fucking date. It’s too late for that now anyway. I am too far gone for her now. I won’t settle for anything less than her being mine forever.
“What if I told you that my work with Healing Hearts would always come before you?” Her question is so soft in the dark room I almost don’t hear it. My hand that is drifting up and down her bare back stills.
“I don’t think I would like that very much,” I admit. I want to be the center of her world. God knows she’s been the center of mine from the very start. She makes a hmm sound.
“I know we’re not in love or whatever, it just sounded weird.” Not in love. Why the hell did that hurt so fucking much when she said that? A sharp pain hits me in the chest.
“I understand. Work is all I know.”
She shakes her head. My explanation doesn’t satisfy her. It’s eating me up that she isn’t fucking happy with me. That’s something I’ve never given a shit about before in my life. I didn't care if people liked me or not. Why is everything so different with her? Because she’s different from anyone I’ve ever met in my life. That has to be it.
“To be honest, I haven't been working as much as I normally do. I spent today tracking down my fiancée to see why she wasn’t texting me back. Then I spent the afternoon wondering why your mood had changed. Before I could figure that out I found that I was once again tracking you down.” I’m starting to wonder if I was lying to myself. Her small body shakes with silent laughter.
“Who knew Gerrit Kane was a little bit of a stalker?” She has no fucking idea how much of a stalker I really am when it comes to her, and I’m not letting her in on that piece of information. Not when I’ve got her right where I want her.
“What do you say to a honeymoon?”
She lifts her head. My eyes have adjusted to the dark now. She slides all the way on top of me. I fight a groan as her panty-covered pussy rests against my cock.
“I was told you didn't have time for a honeymoon by that assistant of yours.” I don’t miss the edge in her voice. Is her tone because of Emily or that there hadn't been plans for a honeymoon?
“I want one now.” I glide my hands down her body. It was stupid to not want one before. I was trying to put up some barriers thinking I could keep things in my life compartmentalized. She’s made that impossible when it comes to her. I want her fucking everywhere. I want our lives to be intertwined. For her to show up at my office for lunch. I suddenly have the need to share everything with her, including my work. I need her all over my life. I’m not sure if she’s aware of the door she’s opening. But she’s cracked it, and now I’m swinging it wide open. I want everything from her.