Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 91989 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91989 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
“Will do, Doc. Thank you again,” I say.
I give him a good thank you hug and see him out the door.
As I close the door behind him, I turn my back against it and sigh deeply.
Today has already become a roller coaster. Every day with Anders seems to be an unexpected battle, and I just never know when he’s going to pull something like this.
It takes a big toll on me, whether he even cares or not. At least this time, I was able to get the business off my mind, getting it squared away and being able to focus on him once Doc got him going.
I walk over to the couch, grabbing my phone from the kitchen along the way and a box of chocolates from the factory to get myself relaxed. I plop down onto the cushion, remembering briefly what happened on the last couch I sat on, sending a shiver down my spine.
Even with Anders pushing me to participate in the auction, and knowing that I had to do it because of what he got us into, I’m happy I did.
The outcome was much too rewarding to have even a shadow of a doubt that it was the right thing for me. It’s dumb for me to even admit, but I feel like such a changed woman.
I’m staring at the world through new eyes. And I love it.
As I sit, enjoying the silenc, my social media feed, and a dark chocolate truffle, I get a text from an unfamiliar number. I open my messages.
It’s from Finn.
My heart starts pounding in my chest as I read it.
He wants me to attend the opera with him in a couple of days. I accept the offer with trembling hands.
I get to see him again.
We’re seeing the famous “Carmen.”
I’m so fucking excited.
Chapter 17
Finn
My desk is uncharacteristically littered with papers, files, and notes. I’ve done very little in the way of work since meeting Aurora. That one magical evening when she gave us her virginity is fresh on my mind.
The problem is…I want more.
Yes, my brothers and I made a bargain, a pact, to stay away from her, but it’s damn near killing me to do so.
I’m totally obsessed with the woman, and I think about her all the time. I think about her sweet, tight pussy and how I want to claim it again. When I turn up at work, I have the best of intentions to get my shit together, but before I realize it, hours have passed with me not doing one single productive thing.
Unless you call daydreaming productive.
I vow today will be different. I mean, today is the day of our date. I’m going to fucking see her, so I should just be able to focus.
A full day’s work is the least I can turn out. I’m usually a machine, hyper-focused on work and making money. But Aurora has changed all that.
She’s changed me.
If I weren’t my own boss, I’d be at serious risk of losing my job. I don’t believe in paying for dead weight. If you sign up to work at Grayson Enterprises, you sign up to work.
When you don’t pull your weight, you’re cut loose. Just like that.
People around here aren’t allowed to waste my fucking day, so why am I wasting my own? I’m doing the very thing I abhor in my workers. I set the bar high, and I better start following my own standards lest I get soft.
I try to focus, make a few phone calls, but it’s impossible to operate at my best. I should be coming up with brilliant ideas to expand the exclusive phone chat line of the company. I should be pulling my weight and doing right by my father’s legacy, but it’s all for naught.
The day drags on and instead of working late like I usually do, I have my car come pick me up well before five o’clock. I bow out gracefully using the VIP elevator and go home to my penthouse.
For once, I don’t hang around the office, looking for some hot pussy or any other kind of distraction. I don’t hit the bar scene or the clubs. I don’t meet my friends for dinner or drinks.
Tonight is mine, and it’s going to go perfectly. Tonight’s what I’ve been waiting for. I planned everything out.
The only problem is getting her beautiful face out of my mind.
Images flash across my brain.
Blonde hair. Blue eyes.
Perfect tits. Pouty mouth.
And that virgin pussy.
In the confines of my spacious penthouse, I feel like the walls are closing in.
I have to get out.
I grab my sweats and put on my running shoes. There’s nothing like a sprint through the city to keep my mind out of trouble. I hit the pavement.
One foot in front of the other. I go down the main road, turn left at the corner, and head for the park. Then I weave my way through the city.