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)
Gerrit: There is always tonight.
Gerrit: Are you having fun?
Gerrit: Kennedy
I smile at all the missed texts. I can hear the warning in his text from him only saying my name. That thought only makes me smile bigger. There is something about his bossiness that works for me. If I try and put up a wall, he pushes right through it. I know it’s a habit of mine to protect myself. I learned to do it early in life so that I could deal with my mom. But I know that I now erect those walls whenever I’m unsure of something or think I can get hurt. It’s my way of protecting myself. It’s why I haven’t dated much.
“You’re smiling like a goofball,” Kinley says in my ear over the music. “He’s growing on me.”
“Me too,” I admit.
“He’s smitten with you.” I give her a skeptical look. “Come on, Kennedy. He has to feel something if he pushed for this marriage.” That is true.
“I don’t want to make this into something it’s not and end up getting hurt.”
“What if it could be more? Think about it is all I’m saying. Look at his parents. They have a dream marriage.” They do from what I know.
The server comes back a moment later to the VIP area, handing us all our drinks. I sip mine slowly, already feeling buzzed as I think about how to respond to Gerrit. I read his texts over again.
Me: How did you know I was out?
He asked if I was having fun tonight earlier.
Gerrit: I always know where you are.
That should bug me, but all it does is make a thrill run through me. It also makes me more confused. If this was just a business deal to him, then why would he care what I was doing?
“Phones off!” Becky shouts over the music, taking my drink from me and setting it down on the table. “It’s time to dance.” She pulls me toward the crowded dance floor, and we all start to dance.
We get lost in the music all dancing together. It’s not long before I feel a hand on my waist. I reach down and push it away. Usually they get the point, but whoever this jerk is decides to grab both of my hips and pull me into him. Kinley’s eyes go wide before a smile spreads across her face. The smell of Gerrit hits me, letting me know whose hard cock is now pressed into my backside. A thrill runs through me at the thought of him coming here for me. I turn, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“You came.” I smile up at him. He’s still in his suit, but his tie is gone, and the top two buttons of his shirt are undone. The sleeves are rolled up, and his hair is a little bit of a mess like he’s been running his fingers through it all night. He looks even more sexy than usual. My body hums with excitement at his presence.
I keep swaying to the music, but Gerrit only stands still, keeping me pressed up against him. His eyes are heated, and I know he likes my dress.
“You didn’t respond to my texts.” He must have sent more after I left my phone at the table. I was kind of hoping that would happen.
“Oops.” I pull him down to me for a kiss. He pauses for a moment, and I think he’s going to break the kiss until his fingers dig into my hips more before he takes my mouth as though he’s starved for me.
His tongue tangles with mine. I try to push myself more into him. I'm already flush against him, but I need more.
“Kennedy.” He says my name with that warning tone. I don’t think it has the effect he’s thinking it will. It only makes a thrill shoot through me. I’m on edge already, and my body knows that he’s the only one that can give it what it needs.
“I want your mouth on me again,” I whisper into his ear. He grabs my hand. I’m almost a little shocked that those words even came out of my mouth. But Gerrit makes me feel and do things that I never have before.
“We’re leaving.” He starts to pull me off the dance floor. I look back to Kinley, who is laughing as she waves goodbye. Did she know this was going to happen?
“Where are we going?” I ask.
“Home.” I almost have to run to keep up with his pace as we exit the club.
“Heels!” I tell him. He stops, scooping me up into his arms, making me laugh. He manages to make sure my dress stays down. I wrap my arms around him as the cool night air hits my face.
It looks like Gerrit got what he wanted after all. I am going home with him. He strikes me as a man who always gets what he wants, and for some reason he wants me.