Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 85414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Jonathan and I might not have started as a fairy tale, considering his tyrant behaviour, but I wouldn’t have wished for a different beginning. If he hadn’t cornered me the way he did, if he hadn’t chased me after I ran, we wouldn’t be where we are today.
During the past few weeks, he’s been treating me like his queen — bathing me, feeding me, and even driving me to work because he doesn’t trust any other ‘fucker’. At night — and in the mornings — he owns my body in every sense of the word. He dominates and pleases me. He sets my skin on fire with every touch until I’ve turned into a complete addict.
He lifts his head when I round the table and stand in front of him. He stares at his watch. “You’re here.”
“Is that a problem?”
“You were supposed to return in an hour and I was going to drive you.”
“I can drive on my own.”
“No.”
“Stop being a tyrant.”
He raises a brow. “You like that about me.”
“No, I don’t.” Okay, maybe I do, but he’ll never know that. “Give me your hand.”
He doesn’t protest as I remove his watch, open the box, and retrieve the dark grey one I’ve been working on for months. I’ve probably had the idea for it since the first day I stepped into this house.
Its masculine design and size fits Jonathan’s wrist perfectly as I strap it in place. I stare with admiration at my work, but then I realise I didn’t ask for his opinion.
“It’s one of a kind, so you better like it. Or pretend to,” I blurt. “No, don’t pretend. You have to like it.”
He smiles, his features easing with the motion. “Are you going to mass-produce it for others?”
“No, it’s specifically made for you. I mean, I only had you in mind when I was working on it.”
“Then I’m not removing it for life.”
I bite my lower lip. “Does that mean you like it?”
“I like everything you make, but since this is specifically for me, let’s say it’s your best work yet.”
I wrap my arms around his neck, fingers getting lost in his hair as I brush a kiss on his forehead.
“I have a present for you, too.”
I pull back at his words. “What type of present?”
“I fully transferred H&H’s stocks back to you and Layla.”
A huge grin pulls at my lips. “You did?”
He nods.
The overwhelming joy is crushed by a dooming realisation. My smile drops as fast as it appeared.
Our agreement said that he’d only transfer the stocks back at the end of the six-month period.
Those six months are almost over.
No idea why I thought that didn’t matter anymore. I swear it’s because that dick Layla has been ramping up my hopes. Two weeks ago, when I went back to my flat to get some of my things, we discovered that Jonathan now owns the building. Actually, he bought the thing soon after the start of our agreement.
The fact that he was able to waltz into my flat that day I fainted made more sense. Then Layla told me that if he bought the fucking building I live in, Jonathan has long-term plans for me.
Apparently, that’s not the case.
“So what now?” My lips tremble as I drop my hands from around his neck. “Is this my ticket to leave?”
“Your ticket?”
“Well, aren’t you giving me back the stocks so I’ll go?”
“Is that what you think?”
“Isn’t that why you did it?” My voice is broken and hurt, even to my own ears.
He grabs me by the waist and tugs so that I end up sitting on his hard thighs. The position has become too familiar. The thought of never having it again is more painful than being stabbed.
Jonathan’s fingers dig into my hipbone, tender but firm. “It’s the other way around.”
“The other way around?”
“I gave you back the stocks so you wouldn’t stay just because I’m holding them over your head.”
A deep breath heaves out of my lungs as his grey eyes hold mine hostage. “Does that mean you’re giving me the opportunity to choose whether I leave or stay?”
He gives a sharp nod. “But if you do choose to leave, I might not play fair.”
“When have you ever?”
“You already know my methods, so choose wisely. I’ll give you some time to think about it.”
“I don’t need time.”
He narrows his eyes, fingers tightening into my hip. “If you’re in the mood to be chased, I’m happy to oblige.”
I lean over and whisper in his ear, “I’m not going anywhere.”
“No?”
“I’ve kind of gotten used to you. It’d be weird to get a different roommate.”
“Is that so?”
“I think so. I love you, Jonathan.”
He smiles, a genuine one that lights his grey eyes and threatens to stop my heart. “You do, huh?”
“I do. I thought I was incapable of love after losing Dad and Alicia, but you wrenched it out of me so easily. In the beginning, it was frightening, but it soon became exciting. I’m so glad I met you — or more like, re-met you.”