Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
“I love you, Danica, never forget.” She pulls away abruptly, spins on her heels, and runs like the fire from hell is after her. That’s when I make a promise to myself: never ever get involved with a man who has charm and billions. Little did I know that seven years later, I’d be doing exactly that.
ONE
Theo
Present Day
“We’ll discuss it at tomorrow’s meeting. I’ve just walked in on a woman on her and hands knees.” Parker is on the other end of the line. An exasperated breath leaves him. I don’t elaborate. I hang up the phone, pissing him off further, meaning I’ll get a ration of hell tomorrow at our once-a-month meeting. A meeting that could be an email, but it’s the one time a month we all get together—Parker, Ezra, Boston via a Zoom call, and Sylvester in case there’s some new investment we all want to take part in.
I pocket my phone, wondering why the hell the woman in front of me is scrubbing the floor in the kitchen. Her strawberry-blonde hair is in a ponytail, her body shows me the hourglass figure she’s rocking, her back is arched and ass tipped up in a way that would have any man dropping to his knees. My hands flex before tightening in a fist, imagining what it would be like to grip her tiny waist and pull her back onto my cock. I’ve yet to see the front of the woman who has my cock going from a flaccid state to a semi in a matter of seconds. It doesn’t help matters when she sways her hips in the tight denim shorts barely covering her ass, right to left then left to right. Toned and lean thighs give way to legs that remind me of a dancer, even her feet are dainty in her white canvas shoes. My eyes rove upwards. Her lower back is showing, the white men’s wife beater she seems to be wearing doing little to hide the tattoo on her lower back or the bra she wears beneath. It’s then I notice she’s got earbuds in both ears as one hand scrubs the marble floor while the other holds her up.
The last time the cleaning company sent someone over, they made themselves at home, eating my food, watching TV, and even using my computer. Today, they scheduled a new employee. I wasn’t willing to take any chance and have a repeat performance. In all actuality, I should have fired Clean and Gleam, probably would have, too, if they didn’t take care of Four Brothers, my place, and everyone else in our friend group, plus they made it right. It saved me the headache of having to find another company, and damn it’s making it hard to be upset with them with my current view. I walk around, watching the way her tits bounce with every movement she makes, seeing her lips say something, but I can’t decipher it. Once I’m in front of the woman, she still doesn’t look up or feel my presence. A protective feeling I’ve never felt before hits me in my gut. How is it she can be in a stranger’s home and so unaware of her surroundings? I drop down to my haunches, hand reaching out to take one of her earbuds out, and that’s when she lets out a glass-shattering scream.
“Oh, my fucking God! What is wrong with you!” It’s not a question. She’s shouting the whole damn place down. The lack of furniture and shit most people collect doesn’t help with her echo. That along with the floor-to-ceiling windows, yeah, I’m sure the neighbors below me could hear the banshee. I’d have answered her scream if it weren’t for the wet rag that hits me square in the chest, soaking my shirt while dirtying me, I’m sure.
“Me? You’re in my home.” The front is even better than the back. I didn’t think that was possible. She’s sprawled out, ass to the floor, feet planted on the ground, legs spread and hands behind her back. A look of confusion is written on her face. She’s got light green eyes, full plush lips, and a face devoid of any type of makeup, thank fucking God. All natural, just like the rest of her body, as her tits move with each deep inhale and exhale she takes. I’ve watched each and every one of the men who are like family fall, hard and fast. I never thought it’d happen to me, yet here’s this tiny woman, much smaller than my six-foot-two frame, and I’m having thoughts about keeping her.
“You still could have tapped me on the shoulder or something.” Oh, she’s big fucking mad. Good. That makes the two of us. I have no idea who else she cleans houses for with Clean and Gleam, but she won’t be doing those ever again.