Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
I remember my father always commenting about how much Sammy loved to work. I don’t want to take that away from him because he might grow resentful. He’s been so sweet and caring with me and about what I might want for my life in the future. If anything, he’s opening those doors for me and encouraging me to walk through them.
Sammy’s hand wraps around my wrist and then lowers it. “All right, sweet girl. We’ll go to the office where you’ll lie on the sofa and work on your chapters if you feel up to it. If not, you can read.”
“I feel up for a lot of things.” I press my body fully against his and wiggle my eyebrows. “As do you.”
A low rumble comes from deep inside his chest, and it makes me giggle until my laughter is cut off by his mouth.
“Finish getting ready. Do you want breakfast here or at the office?”
“Office! Their bacon is extra crispy.”
“I can make you extra-crispy bacon,” he grumbles, releasing his hold on me to get himself ready.
“We’re already late, and I’m not even hungry.” He cuts me a look before he starts to go on a tangent about how important breakfast is. On the car ride to work, he orders it for us, and I can’t help but smile over at him. How the heck did I get so lucky with him? He’s nothing like I thought he’d be, and to be honest, I didn’t think men like him were real. I assumed they were only in the books I’ve read, but I’m happy to be wrong.
“Are you sure you’re okay with going in?” he asks again when he pulls into his parking space. I’m starting to wonder if I have him pegged wrong about work.
I thought he was a crazy workaholic, and a pang of guilt hits me that I’m hoping I’m wrong, and he’s not work obsessed. He’s so supportive of me, and I want to be the same for him. I can’t help but think of what it would mean for our future if he’s consumed with work like my father always has been. He was never home, and although I don’t want Sammy to be gone, I suppose it wouldn’t be terrible if I could go to work with him. But how long can that last, and what about if or when we have a baby? Would I do that alone most nights because he’s at the office?
“I’m going to do the same thing here as I would back at your place.”
“Our place,” he corrects. “We need to see about getting the rest of your things from your dorm,” he adds, hopping out of the car before I can respond. I start to open my door, but he beats me to it, offering me his hand and I take it.
“You want me to move in?” He tangles our fingers together as we walk into the building.
“You want to spend the night away from each other?” he says, perplexed.
“No,” I respond instantly. “But you don’t think this is too fast?”
“After last night?” He glances down at me.
He’s got a point. Between the lack of protection and him saying he loves me, it’s clear where this is headed.
“Okay.” I give in because why fight it? I don’t want to go sleep in my twin bed back at the dorm when I can be in bed with him. I don’t think Lexi will be too upset about it, either. The room will be all hers for the rest of the year.
“I still need to check in on Liam. He’s a predator.” His hand tightens in mine. I’d told Sammy everything from start to finish about Liam when he’d asked what his deal was.
“Oh gosh,” I breathe. Maybe my brain is a bit more rattled than I realized because I stumble to a stop right before the elevator and notice everyone glancing our way. Their curiosity is clear as I watch as some lean over and whisper to each other. This is going to spread like wildfire. Why hadn’t I thought about this?
“What?” Sammy pulls me into him, and his hand goes to my chin to tilt my head back as his eyes search my face. “Are you not feeling well? I knew we should have stayed home.” I shake my head as everything dawns on me. The fear of losing this hits me hard, and panic starts to overtake me.
“My father. He’s going to know.” Tears fill my eyes because he manages to somehow take everything I care about. Anytime I think I get something for myself, he yanks it back. He thinks I shouldn’t have something unless he deems it worthy, and I know he’s going to take Sammy from me.
“He can go fuck himself.” I keep shaking my head because he doesn’t know my father. Not the real one he hides from the rest of the world. The control he has over me is suffocating.