Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26677 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26677 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
With that, I let out a snort. Get with it, Richards, the voice in my head snarls. Don’t let some woman fuck you over before she’s even arrived. Yet, I’ve watched Chelsea from my office window multiple times now, her ripe figure lush and pregnant. My cock always twitches, and shamefully, I’ve even come a few times, fantasizing about her beautiful body as she gardened innocently in my yard. Fuck. This woman should run screaming for the hills, but instead, she’s walking straight into the jaws of a monster.
At least the setting gives nothing away. The sun gleams through my office window, rendering the large room a comfortable temperature, and there’s nothing to suggest that I’ve been having dirty thoughts while seated behind my desk. Instead, this office is very much the kingdom of a rich man. The maroon-colored carpet cost thousands, and bears a subtle yet distinctive design. Mahogany bookcases line the walls, and of course, there’s a diverse collection of first editions. Then, there’s my desk itself. The item bears a resemblance to the Resolute desk in the Oval Office, and that’s because it was made from the wood of the same ship. That’s right. I managed to get my hands on a replica of the Resolute, except that my desk is cut from the same oak timbers of that ill-fated boat.
Of course, I’m well aware that the deal I’ve offered Elsa and her daughter is utterly rancid. It’s wrong to kick out a sick woman, as well as her pregnant daughter. Plus, I can’t believe I’m stooping to this level just to get my hands on a woman when I could easily go out and find another one to toy with. Hell, I could pay for a prostitute, and it wouldn’t be all that different. But then again, I’ve never been an honorable man so the guilt slides right off my shoulders. I’ve always been ruthless to the bone, and when I see something that I want, I take it.
In this case, I want Chelsea Lee. I don’t want another female. I want the beautiful brunette because she’s gorgeous, pregnant, and right here in my backyard. I want–no, I need to get my hands on her and frankly, this seemed like the best way to go about doing it.
Just then, there’s a knock on my door, and I straighten quickly. Then, I take in a deep breath before clearing my throat, and call, “Come!”
The door cracks open a bit, and Chelsea looks in.
“Hi Mr. Richards, I’m Chelsea,” she says hesitantly. “We had a meeting scheduled?”
“Right,” I growl, waving for her to step inside. “Come in and take a seat.”
As she lets herself into my office, the air leaves my lungs because the young woman is even more lovely up close. Chelsea’s brown curls bounce around her shoulders with every movement she makes, framing her angelic features and highlighting that lush, kissable pout. Her skin is creamy, and her body supple. Of course, her belly is swollen, but it only makes my hands itch because I adore pregnant women. There’s something about fucking a fertile female that makes me come three times as hard.
Meanwhile, Chelsea takes a tentative seat on a couch in the seating area, crossing her legs demurely. She’s wearing a pink wraparound dress that highlights her big bosom, while simultaneously making her look like a virginal and innocent Madonna. Shit, I have to get this situation under control.
“So thank you for coming,” I growl, lowering my large form into the sofa across from her. She nods tentatively, hardly meeting my eyes.
“Thank you for inviting me.”
I clasp my hands together, eyeing the curvy girl as she bites her lip. Hell, I might as well get right into it.
“Have you considered my offer?” I drawl in a low voice.
Chelsea blushes furiously, but doesn’t stir.
“Yes,” she manages in a low tone. “From what I understand, you’re hoping for a … um, physical engagement with me, in exchange for letting my mom and I remain in the cottage.”
I nod, steepling my fingers.
“That’s right,” I say, refusing to beat around the bush. “It would be more than a one-off physical engagement, however. I would have free use of your beautiful body as I see fit.” Chelsea literally starts at these words, and her big brown eyes flicker up to mine, filled with shock. But my lips merely quirk into a smirk because I’m not going to lie about what I want. “You’re very beautiful, honey. Would you be interested in the deal?”
She takes a deep breath, steadying herself before meeting my eyes again, and I admire her courage.
“Well, I have a few questions,” she says in a relatively steady voice.
“Shoot,” I nod, leaning back on the sofa, the very picture of male confidence. “I’ll answer what I can.”
She nods and takes a deep breath before meeting my eyes again.