Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
Is it always going to be this way?
Chapter Eight
Sawyer
I’m so damn grateful my investor called, or I would have embarrassed myself for coming too fast. In seconds she unmanned me, rubbing her bare pussy on my hard bulge. Luckily, it ended fast because there was no barrier between the driver and us, and there’s no way I was letting Tim see my woman’s ass or allowing him access to her musical voice as she came.
She thought I didn’t notice how upset she was, but I recognized it and understood my problem needed solving as soon as we had time. As we step off the elevator, Cynthia says, “Your breakfast is waiting in your office.”
“Thank you. Jillian and I will be meeting with Thorne at ten and then heading out for lunch with her parents. Is my brother in his office?”
“He’s working onsite with Morimoto.”
“Oh, yes. I’d forgotten about that meeting.” I nod and lead Jillian through the door, closing it before Cynthia speaks. “Eat. We don’t have a lot of time before Thorne gets here.”
“I’m not hungry.”
“Stop lying. I can hear your stomach growling, and so is mine.” Scooping up a breakfast egg wrap and biting down, I chew without a word. She follows my lead with a sausage wrap, making me feel better. We eat in silence while I check my emails that I’m sure are running wild. Most days I work nine hours minimum, and yesterday I managed a meager four before calling it a day and claiming Jillian. Today’s going to be a repeat as well.
“Excuse me, but I need to use the restroom,” she says, standing after finishing her coffee.
“Okay.” She walks away but doesn’t look at me. Maybe she’s uncomfortable about the whole bathroom issue new couples have, so I don’t press the issue. Hell, I used a different bathroom in the house this morning.
Five minutes pass, and there’s a knock on the door. “Come in.” I expect it to be Jillian, but it’s Thorne.
“Hey, thanks for coming. Do you have the documents ready to sign?”
“Yes, but I was expecting to finally meet the bride-to-be.”
“She went to use the ladies’ room and should be back any moment.”
Chapter Nine
Jillian
The more we sat in silence, the more uncomfortable I grew. There was a lot to say and so much I’d been afraid to address. Sawyer was intimidating to say the least and so damn gorgeous, even when he scowled. Excusing myself was the only thing I could do. When I exited his office, Cynthia was in the ladies’ room, and she smiled when she saw me.
“I told you, girl.”
“I guess you were right. Now we’re waiting for his lawyer to show up in a few minutes.”
“Probably to go over the prenup.”
“The prenup?” I whisper to myself. Of course he’d want me to sign a prenup. Sawyer is all about making money, and I have nothing to my name. The bathroom walls seem to close all around me, the air thickening and my head feeling heavy. Escape. That’s all I can hear.
“Are you okay, Jill?” she asks, pressing her hand on my shoulder with her face suddenly inches from mine.
“Yes. I need to go.” She doesn’t ask any questions as my feet move quickly and lightly to the elevator before anyone can stop me. My body doesn’t quit moving until I hit the platform at the train station. The inside of my inner thighs rub together and begin to ache as I rush to my parents’ front door.
I’m almost there when my arm is gripped hard. Turning my head, I’m staring into the crazed eyes of Frankie Johnson. Damn, did he always look this wild? “Long time no see, Jilly Bean.”
“Don’t call me that, Frankie,” I hiss, staring at my dangerous neighbor who I’ve always kept my distance from—until today.
He drags me closer, his breath against my cheek. “What’s wrong? You too grown up for that?” The stench is enough to make me sick, but my instincts kick in and I remain in control of myself.
“No, it sounds gross coming from you. Anyway, you better let me go,” I demand, yanking at his hold, but he’s insanely strong and he only holds on harder.
“Why would I? We’ll see how much you’re worth to the Masterson boys.”
“That’s silly because I’m nothing to them.”
“No? I was listening to your parents talking about the new job and how they were sure you’d be engaged to one of them by the end of the day, and what do we have here? An expensive engagement ring.” He attempts to tug it free from my finger, but I curl my hand into a tight fist.
“Stupid bitch. I’ll get it off one way or another.” His free hand flies backward and strikes me across the face. My head spins, twisting almost like a damn owl. The ringing in my ears is so loud I almost don’t hear him. “Come on. I want to get paid, so don’t go passing out on me.”