Preacher’s Daughter Read online Dani Wyatt

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34532 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
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“I’ll be back in a bit, baby,” I whisper into her ear, and her hand comes to rest on my chest for a moment before it falls back to the bed, but she doesn’t open her eyes.

I scribble a quick note letting her know I’ll be gone just an hour or so, because I don’t think she’s going to remember me talking to her.

I’m out of the hotel room door a few moments later and in the elevator, checking my messages. Selma and I have been at the hotel two days now and have not left the room.

She’s wiped out because for two days I’ve fucked her until she barely knows her own name. If there is not a baby rooted inside her by now, it will be a miracle.

It’s been perfect. Better than perfect. But life is calling. I’ve put off some important business things long enough, and last night Selma and I talked about what’s next for us.

She wants to go to New York with me, but she also still has a connection here in Ohio, and I want to give her everything she wants. So this morning I have two agendas.

First includes Theodore waiting outside the front door of the hotel when I emerge into the warm sunlight.

“Morning, sir.”

“Morning, Theo. You get my message?”

“I sure did. Real estate office is about five minutes from here. I have the broker waiting for you.”

“Perfect.” I hop in the back seat, and immediately I’m flooded with the memory of taking Selma here. I let my hand linger on the place where I took her sweet cherry as Theodore closes the door before the car begins to move.

I answer a few messages in the short time it takes to get to our destination. Then, once inside the office, I’m seated in a conference room with a nervous looking gentleman in a navy-blue suit who is clicking incessantly on a pen with his name on it.

“Do you have the paperwork?”

He looks confused but nods. “I do, but don’t you want to see the place first?”

“No. If there is something wrong with it, I’ll fix it.”

“But this is so out of the ordinary. I have to get the title work done. Don’t you want an inspection at least?”

“No. I want to write you a check for the asking price. You do whatever you need to do, then call me when it’s time to close. I want it done today.”

“It’s all just so unusual, to buy a house sight unseen.”

“I’m an unusual guy.” I pull the checkbook out of my inside jacket pocket and write a check for the full asking price for the estate Selma saw on the real estate listings last night.

When I’d opened my laptop, I told Selma I just wanted to look, but when she fell in love with a century old white plantation style estate with a hundred acres, I knew what I needed to do. I told her I want to make all her dreams come true and I mean it, so I’m here starting our life together.

I hand over the check and sign a few papers, then leave the befuddled broker to finish up the paperwork with the seller as I take a deep breath, getting ready for my next stop which most likely will not be as pleasant.

When the limo pulls up at Selma’s father’s place, he’s already on the front porch looking less than pleased.

Pulling down the long dirt road into the community, someone must have seen the limo and tipped him off that I was on my way.

I told Theodore to stay in the car when we got here, so when the limo comes to a stop, I let myself out and walk toward the small home, and nod at Selma’s father.

“I love your daughter. I’m going to marry her. We are going to be together. That is just how it is, nothing you can say or do will stop that. But I would like you in Selma’s life. She cares about you. So I’m here to try to broker some sort of peace treaty between us. For Selma’s sake. You can hate me, I don’t care, but she’s hurting, and it’s my job to take care of her. So here I am.”

He frowns, his hands down in his front pockets and he narrows his eyes at me.

“She’s dead to me,” he finally says, with ice in his voice.

“That’s not what I want to hear. Selma is entitled to live her life, just as you’ve lived yours. She’s not evil, she’s not bad. She’s kind and sweet and smart, and she deserves to make decisions for herself.”

“You don’t know our ways. God will smite you for what you’ve done to my family. Now get off my property before I defend it.” He nods to the shotgun leaning against the house, and I raise my eyebrows and let out a long sigh.


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