Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
“Yeah, sweets, it is.”
“No one believed it anyway.” Wells spoke up. “The way he was watching you all night, it was clear who he wanted.”
The smile that curled her face made me chuckle. My girl liked that. She paused, and then her eyes went wide in shock.
“Sebastian!” she said, pressing a hand to her chest. “What happened to your face!”
I hadn’t paid any attention to him earlier, but now looking at the blood on his face and on the front of his shirt, I should have probably had him go somewhere else before she saw him.
His eyes swung to me. He wasn’t about to tell her I had done it.
“He ran into the back of King’s head,” Storm said, then pointed at the open door of the limo, wanting us gone.
“How did you do that?” she asked him as we reached the limo.
“Accident. He’s clumsy as fuck,” I told her, then placed a hand on her ass to keep her dress down while nudging her to get inside.
I looked back at him. “I’d say we’re even now.”
“For what?” Wells asked.
“For touching Rumor,” Storm explained.
I knew she had heard him when her head swung around to look at me in horror.
Grinning, I climbed inside as Storm closed the door behind me.
“What, sweets? I can’t help it if he ran into my head.”
She narrowed her eyes. “You’re not telling me the truth. He barely touched my elbow, King.”
“Don’t care,” I told her, pulling up her dress and sliding my hand between her thighs. “And you won’t either in about five seconds.”
She opened her mouth to argue, but the moment I slid my finger inside of her panties, she let out a gasp instead and spread her legs open like the good girl she was.
• Thirty-Three •
That’s it. Scream. I want people to hear you.
Rumor
There had once been a time when I would have given anything to know my father. I had fantasized about it for so many years. What he looked like. What he would say when he found me. Unfortunately, none of those daydreams had turned out to be reality.
Jefferson May was very likely the man whose sperm had helped create me, but he was and would never be anything more. Having the truth about my conception, the two people who had given me life, it changed nothing really. It didn’t destroy me. Other than a small pang of what I would never have, it affected me very little.
I didn’t need parents. I had Maeme. I didn’t need a father who loved and adored me. I had a man who met all my needs. King was everything to me. All the love in the world couldn’t compare to the way he made me feel. He cherished me, and every time I caught him looking at me as if I were the only light in his life, I knew that I had found my home.
King was my home. He was better than anything I could have imagined or even hoped for. I was complete.
I placed a hand on the small bump underneath my shirt. We were complete. The life inside of me was a part of us, and she would never know a life where her father didn’t adore her and her mother didn’t love her unconditionally.
Strong arms came around me, and King’s much larger hands covered mine. I laid my head back on his chest and sighed with contentment. We had moved into his house two months ago, shortly after the engagement party.
King had refused to continue the fake engagement, and thankfully, after Blaise Hughes heard about what had happened, he agreed that they had to go another route. King could no longer be allowed near Jefferson. I’d feared Blaise’s reaction, but King had said that he understood.
Today, we were going to paint the nursery pink. My intuition had been right. We were having a little girl. I still wished I had a photo of King’s face when Dr. Drew told us. He’d looked lost and terrified, all at once. He had thought it was a boy. In his mind, a boy was something durable and tough. He saw a girl as someone fragile. I had a lot to teach him about that, clearly.
“What are you standing out here thinking about?” he asked against my ear.
“Us. Our life. Picturing the swing set she will have one day, over there by the oak tree,” I replied.
I had always wanted a swing set with a playhouse attached.
King nuzzled my ear. “That’s funny.”
I tilted my head back to look up at him. “What is?”
He pressed a kiss to my nose. “That you were thinking about swing sets while I was thinking about bending you over the rail and fucking you from behind.”
A laugh bubbled out of me. “I might be convinced.”
He pressed another kiss to my lips. “Tell me what I need to do, and I will.”