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’m serious, Theo. I don’t look good in only stretchy clothing, and orange with your complexion is not going to work. Please tell me you didn’t do anything that could put you behind bars because of me.” I cup his cheeks, having to reach up and on the tips of my toes. Theo doesn’t care for that very much, clearly, because I’m being lifted up and set down on the counter. The cold granite causes my body to tense for a moment until I adjust.
“He’s gone, for good. I’m not going into detail. You don’t need to know anything else. His name won’t leave your lips again, and that shit stain will never hurt anyone else on earth.” Theo holds firm, staying a step back as he steps out of his shoes, discards his socks, and then pulls his shirt over his head by the back of the collar. Another distinct factor of when he came back: gone was his button-down shirt. A black cotton shirt was stretched across his broad chest, and jeans encased his firm thighs. My panties should not be saturated with wetness, but given the circumstances, they are. This man, who I never thought could be anything other than a billionaire dickhead, is so much more, and he’s proving it to me in every single way.
“Okay.” He continues his slow and steady stripping of his clothes. His deft hands work on the button of his jeans, the zipper following. “Are you sure I can’t persuade you to have some fun?” My hand reaches out when his dick bobs out of his boxer briefs, and Theo does the least of what I expect: he steps forward. The feel of his hand on top of mine, so much smaller than his palm, and his length… Jesus, I’m still in awe how he fit inside me. He guides me as I jack his cock.
“We’re doing this my way and my way only.” His lips seal to mine while he keeps the tempo of us working together as he kisses me. There’s a tenderness while still maintaining a powerful and dominating feel. And Theo is the only one who is capable of me giving in to him so freely.
TWENTY-ONE
Theo
“Theo, you can’t keep me captive here forever,” Danica says when we enter the penthouse. She was cleared for light duty a few days after the incident. Since leaving the doctor’s office, she’s been on a damn tangent about every single damn thing. In the car it was about going back to work, on the way up in the elevator it was about getting caught up on her school stuff. Funnily enough, Mallory is the one who won’t let her come back to work yet. I’m not opposed either. I’m fucking relishing that it’s working in all of our favors even if my fairy won’t admit it.
I hum, staying quiet while she stomps her feet through the house on her way from the entrance into the kitchen. The past few days, I’ve been working from home, watching over her as she napped or rested. She attempted to fight it for a while but eventually gave up. Her body finally shut down, and she slept. Probably more than she ever has with the crazy schedule she’s kept. One day, she must have slept for a solid six hours, woke up, went to the bathroom, ate, and fell right back asleep instantaneously only to sleep for another eight hours or so. A quick call to Vanessa let me know that it was more than normal, that the only time to bring her back in was if her memory started tripping her up. Yesterday, she napped, nothing like that first full day home, so it relieved the balloon of worry in my chest.
“Are you going to respond, or am I talking to myself?” I’m watching her the entire time. She has no idea that while the guys and I were busy taking care of Brian, there were other plans in the works. The apartment building is officially purchased by a shell corporation Sly set up, the elevator is now up and running, they keypad is as well, and new lights are being installed as well as new paint in the main area. There are still a few things left to do, like a new roof, appliances in each apartment, carpet, and painting. Which also means workers traipsing in and out of what would be Danica’s apartment if I hadn’t moved her out. No fucking way was I going to let them be around her or her things. I didn’t care if they were cleared for White House security; it wasn’t happening.
“I’m listening, but, fairy, what you don’t seem to understand is that I know at the end of the day, you’ll be in my bed when we go to sleep and when we wake up.” She is either oblivious or hasn’t had a chance to really snoop around the penthouse.