Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 65041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
As I was walking off the stage, out of nowhere, my disappointed gaze connected with Jace’s. The last thing I wanted was for him to psychoanalyze me, so I peered down at the ground instead. To my misfortune, he sat at the end of the row where I had to pass by on my way back to my seat. My classmates were still in front of me, and we were all waiting for the line to move.
I tried my best to ignore him. Since Grad Weekend when I played the role of his assistant, if I didn’t have to be around him, I wasn’t. When I woke up the next morning, Deacon’s wallet was on my nightstand, and we didn’t speak about him or what happened the night prior. I knew in the forefront of my mind that if we talked about Deacon, then we’d have to chat about what occurred between us, and I guess it was easier to pretend it didn’t happen.
However, I couldn’t stop thinking about his hands on me and how he made me feel. Still, Deacon didn’t come close to the emotions Jace effortlessly pulled out of me.
The longer I stood there, the more I could feel the tears pooling in my eyes because my parents were not there for me. Before I moved back to my seat, Jace tugged on my gown, making me peer down at him.
Through the noise of the families in the stands, he mouthed, “Don’t cry, bunny. They’re not worth it.”
My heart fluttered, smiling at him, but our moment was cut way too short. I had to walk back to my seat. It wasn’t until I was almost there that I saw the person I least expected leaning against one of the bleachers at the far end of the auditorium with his arms crossed over his chest.
Deacon.
When I asked him where he escaped that night, he said he slipped onto the balcony next to my room and decided to leave. Stating some shit about it wasn’t meant to be for our first time.
Now several weeks later, the guilt of still thinking about Jace was eating away at me, especially after Deacon showed up at my graduation of all places.
“Hey,” Deacon chimed, pulling my mind back to the present. “Where did you go?”
“Oh… I was just thinking about graduation.”
“You looked beautiful that day.”
I smirked. “I still can’t believe you were there.”
“Where else would I be? I wouldn’t have missed it for the world, beauty.”
After the ceremony was over, I ran into Deacon’s arms. Unfortunately, by the time we worked our way through the crowd, he had to go back to work, so I went with Haven and her family out to lunch like I’d originally planned. They were really sweet. Her father even bought me a stunning diamond cross necklace. It was similar to the one he got for Haven, expressing in his card that I’d always feel like another daughter to him.
It was what I needed to hear. I’d never been more grateful for the Beckhams than I was that morning. Despite hardly saying a word to Jace at lunch, I couldn’t help but want to say so much to him, yet I didn’t know where to start.
I wish I could tell you I stopped thinking about him.
I wish I could tell you I still hated him.
I wish I could tell you a lot of things that weren’t true.
It was like he put a spell on me, etching himself into my head, where he made me think about him all the time. As the weeks continued, my feelings for him did too. Except I barely understood what they meant at this point. It was confusing, to say the least. It didn’t help that Deacon had been away on business for the past two and a half weeks, and my best friend was overseas living her best like with her boyfriend.
All I had time to do was think.
Determined to get over whatever bullshit emotions coursed through me when it came to Jace, I devised a plan. Tonight, I surprised Deacon at his house with dinner, wearing a slutty maid uniform I found online. I wouldn’t take no for an answer this time.
He was still a gentleman.
Sweet.
Attentive.
Caring.
He was my very own Prince Charming, and I was ready to give him my virginity.
“How about you let me thank you for my lovely dinner and this getup you’re wearing for me?” He kissed along my neck up to my lips.
“Oh yeah?” I smirked against his mouth.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me? How much I think about you?”
I beamed, staring up into his eyes.
“Your body is sinful, beauty. That’s all I kept thinking about while I was away. How much I wanted to get lost inside you. Instead, I stroked my cock to the vision of you.”