Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34730 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34730 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
He entered the restaurant. The maître d’ knew him and started to panic. “Sir, I’m afraid we’re all booked up.”
“I’m not here to eat.”
No, he was here to take care of his woman and march her ass right back to their apartment.
As he entered the main room of the restaurant, the noise of conversation was intense. This was another reason he wasn’t big on eating out, and certainly not in busy places.
Scanning the tables, he caught sight of her at a table with nearly sixteen people. From his full search on her, he knew she was competent, hardworking, and thorough. A lot of her employers had nothing but nice things to say about her.
Tonight, she shouldn’t be working. In fact, no night should she be working.
Storming across the floor, he didn’t give her chance to argue. He lifted her up over his shoulder, being careful not to show the entire room her pussy as he slid his hand down her ass, keeping the indecent skirt in place.
“Antonio, let me down. What the fuck?”
On the way out, the maître d’ gawked at him.
“Tell your manager I’ll be by to see him later.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Andrew, call the police or do something. You can’t let him steal a woman just because he wants to.”
“I’ve a good mind to dump you in the trunk,” he said, but he opted for the front passenger seat. He put the child lock on and as he closed the door, she tried the handle. She cursed some more and slammed her elbow against the glass, hurting herself.
“Son of a bitch. You do know this isn’t fair. I was working. I need this job.”
“I’m paying for you, so tell me again why you need this job.”
“It’s a damn good job and I need it. You can’t just keep walking into my life and making demands.”
“Does this mean you still have your apartment as well?”
“Yes.”
He turned the engine over and they drove back to their apartment. When it came time to let her out of the car, he had to be quick as she tried to make a run for it.
Her fighting was cute.
In fact, he found it all rather exciting as she tried to get away from him.
Over his shoulder she went again, and into the elevator.
“Seriously, what if someone comes? Have you even thought this through? You’re being a pain in the ass, Antonio. I better not have lost my job.” She slapped his ass, making him smile. Her little temper tantrum was so damn cute.
“Antonio, I will bite you.”
“Go ahead, bite my ass. I dare you.”
The elevator doors pinged open and he paused as her teeth sank into his pants, on his ass cheek.
He got into their apartment, kicked the door closed, and then walked her back toward their bedroom. Throwing her to the bed, he pushed her immodest skirt over her ass. He found her ass cheek and did exactly the same, only, he tore her panties away from her body so his bite would leave a mark.
Chapter Four
“You’re crazy,” Ellie said.
Her ass cheek stung from his bite and she rolled over, throwing her hair out of the way. It had come out of its bun with their little tussle.
“No, what’s crazy is you still working.”
“You think because you enjoy sleeping with me that I’m going to stop all of my jobs? Not going to happen.”
“And why is that?”
“Forgive me, Antonio, but a guy stealing a girl’s ID, which you have yet to give back to me, buying an apartment to screw in, and giving her a card to pay her way doesn’t exactly fill me with encouragement this is going to last.”
She was angry at him.
At work, she was nothing but the utmost professional. She prided herself on her work ethic and with a few short moves, he’d come into her life, invaded her sense of peace, and now people were probably laughing at her because of it.
He’d pissed her off.
Antonio leaned forward, grabbed her shirt, and tore it in two. Buttons flew all over the place.
She pulled away from him. “I don’t care if I hurt your feelings. Tell me you haven’t done this a thousand times already. Find a woman you want and order her around.”
“I can safely say I’ve never bought a woman an apartment, nor paid for the means so she can have fun.”
“What? Sitting around all day waiting for you, you think that kind of life is fun?”
“You don’t have to work.”
“I like working. It’s the one constant in my life that I can do. I love to work, to earn money. Is that so damn hard for you to believe?”
“I take care of you.”
“It’s like talking to a brick wall.” She tried to walk past him but he captured her around the waist, pulling her against him.
“I love it when you fight me.”