Series: Stacey Espino
Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
“A mistress?”
“My woman. The only one.”
She narrowed her eyes as if suspicious of his intentions, and he didn’t blame her.
“I’ve fallen for you, Clara. Give me a chance to make things up to you and prove I can be the right man for you.”
Yes, he was much older, and things were complicated, but he knew she was in love with him. He’d be shocked if she turned him down, but his insecurities still held strong. She was silent, and he wished he knew what she was thinking.
“Is it April? I’ll deal with her,” he said.
Clara shook her head. “I just don’t want you to break my heart, Grayson. I’m not as strong as you think. I might just shatter to pieces.”
He tucked her against his chest, holding her head. “I’ll never do that. I promise you.” Grayson kissed her hair.
“What about my mother? I was supposed to pay off her house, make her life easier.”
“And the money I give you will do all that.”
“So, you’re okay without that extra hundred thousand deal?” she asked.
He had to think for a minute, unsure of what she was talking about. When he realized she was talking about the addition of taking her anal virginity, his cock started to firm up again.
“I never said we had to scrap that.” He winked at her. “We can still keep that deal on the table, if you want.”
“None of this feels real,” she said. “I’ve fantasized about us being together in this big house. I’d make you dinner and you’d kiss me when you came home from work.” She exhaled. “But reality isn’t so kind, Grayson. Make sure you know what you’re doing.” Then she wiggled off the bed and headed to the en suite.
She was so mature for her age, an old soul he had such a deep-seated connection with. Fuck, he was falling hard and fast.
When she came out of the bathroom, she was a vision of perfection. She had her hair brushed smooth as glass, a formfitting black dress hugging her curves. It went down past her knees, but her tits were barely contained. He wanted to fuck her all over again.
“You’re gorgeous, do you know that? The entire fucking package.”
She gave him the sweetest little smile.
He reached for her hand, then pulled her into his arms. She was so much smaller than him, bringing out his protective instincts.
“I’m starving. Let’s have a great dinner together. Think of tonight as our first date. Forget the past. Can you try that for me?”
Clara nodded.
He leaned down and kissed her lips, savoring the moment. Grateful for this second chance.
“Is your pussy sore?” he whispered.
“I’m okay.”
“Was it worth it?” he asked. “Selling your virginity to me?”
She played with the buttons on his shirt. “I did it for my mother, but I’d do it again for me.”
He kissed her harder, grabbing her ass and pulling her close.
“I have so many things to show you, baby girl. This is just the beginning.”
Chapter Eight
Clara had been so nervous on their first date. She expected him to take her to a reclusive place so they could be alone and private. Not Grayson. He took her to one of the best Italian restaurants that had just recently opened.
She’d been shaking, wishing she had worn something less revealing. Clara couldn’t help but feel like people were staring at them, judging, and she hated that. April told her she always got too nervous around people. All her life she’d been judged for who she was, and it had become an old habit.
Grayson had been perfect. Clara hadn’t thought there was any way that could be topped, but she should have known better. Grayson wasn’t a man to do things in half measures. He was known for doing everything completely, so their second date was just as good as the first.
Since then, they had gone on eight dates with each other. She’d even gone to his office, complete with a small picnic basket. He’d placed a blanket on his office floor, and they enjoyed a lunch. No sex involved.
There had been a lot of sex, but not on every date. Sometimes there had been sex before, after, and there was even a time during a cinema trip, where there had nearly been one during. Grayson had stopped as one of the movies had clearly finished, and the bathroom had gotten way too crowded. They ended up trapped in a bathroom stall, attempting not to burst out laughing.
Clara had loved every single time. With each one, she started feeling nervous, and then, slowly, that feeling ebbed away.
Like now, he wanted to take her to a French restaurant. She’d been nervous, because she didn’t quite know if she liked French cuisine, but Grayson once again had taken control. There was something about him, being commanding, in charge, yet gentle. It was a rather strange mix, but she loved being with him.