Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 77663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
When I met her parents, especially her dad, for the first few seconds, I felt like that misfit from my youth, but it didn’t last long. He told me what he would do to me if I hurt his daughter, and since I agreed with him, I told him he’d have the right, but he'd never get the chance.
I guess after a couple of times coming to the house, they started to relax when they realized that she was the one running shit in my little kingdom. Fuck is she bossy and has a bagful of insecurities.
I understand where that shit is coming from, though, so I let her have her way. I turned location on on my phone and added some apps to hers so she knows where I am at all times. There’s no time she calls me, no matter what I’m doing, that she can’t reach me.
I have her shit on lock, only she doesn’t know. I still take her to work in the morning even though I could get my boys to do it, but since she needs to run errands every once in a while during the day, I got her a vehicle for her catering shit, a damn tank, or at least that’s what my boys call it.
That way, the truck stays there, and I get to pick her up and drop her off because that’s what I’m most comfortable with. She bitched and moaned about being an adult, argued that she had been opening the bakery for weeks before we got together, and nothing ever happened.
That shit went in one ear and out the other, which seemed to give her the impression that I was caving into her bullshit. She knew the answer to that the next morning when I drove her ass to work like usual.
I know she bitched to her girls about me because that asshole Garston laughed at my ass the next time I beat him on the golf course. Apparently, I’m overprotective and paranoid. Whatever. His wife has a personal driver running her ass around. I’m sure we’ll get there one day, but for now, I prefer to do that shit myself.
I don’t know why; nothing is off-kilter here as far as I can see, but something in my gut won’t rest. Maybe it’s because she has nightmares about that shit, and when she told me the whole story from her side, I can see why.
I’ve been tempted, so tempted to hunt down her asshole ex and put my foot up his ass, but when you think about it, I should be thanking him for being such a fucking skell. Had he been the perfect guy, she wouldn’t be here in my bed with me right now, and that would be the real nightmare.
The last few months have been amazing, better even than my wildest imagination. I always knew deep down that if I should win this woman that it would be life’s way of making up for all the shit I suffered as a kid who didn’t do shit to deserve it.
Now I know that I would endure it all again if I knew that she was mine at the end of it. For someone like me who came from where I did, I would never imagine that this perfect gem could ever be mine.
All the money I have can’t wipe away the stigma of my birth, so I’m thankful every day that she belongs to me. So there are times, like now, when I watch her sleep and try to remember what my life was like before her because some days it’s hard to remember a time before her.
She’s brought light to all the dark corners of my soul, and every day, there’s something new about her that just rocks me off my feet. She’s the real deal, everything my investigators had reported and so much more. Her heart, how could that asshole hurt her the way he did?
I look at her and can’t imagine not wanting the best of everything for her. That alone makes me want to end his existence; the things he had done to her shouldn’t be done to a damn dog. If she knew what I was thinking, though, I’m sure she’d tell me to let it be, but there are days, moments, when I replay her story in my head, and my manhood begs me to do something.
She scrunched up her nose when the sunlight finally reached her side of the bed, and before she could come fully awake, I was on her, in her. Our morning tussles are the best. Especially if I’d had her the night before and she was still wet and dewy with my seed.
She always gives me this little smile with her eyes closed and wraps her legs and arms around me, locking me down just the way I like. I marked her for the day, came, and rolled over to go about my day when a wave of nausea hit me out of nowhere. This is the third morning in a row. I think I need to go see my guy.