Total pages in book: 11
Estimated words: 12416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 62(@200wpm)___ 50(@250wpm)___ 41(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 12416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 62(@200wpm)___ 50(@250wpm)___ 41(@300wpm)
I rolled over onto my back one arm over my eyes.
“Go to your room.”
She crawled off the bed in misery and left no doubt cursing my ass in her head, as long as she kept it there though she was fine if she made the mistake of uttering one cuss word at me it would be her ass again. She was a spoilt little bitch who seemed to think she could get around me with pussy. Never happen, add the fact that I was realizing more and more as the days went by that she was beginning to mean more to me than just a summer fuck and there was no way I could let that behavior go. That was another thing bothering me, how the fuck do I let her go at the end of the summer?
Chapter 7
In the morning she looked all dejected and lost, it tore at me but she wasn’t getting away with that shit, from what I could see her parents had been letting her get away with murder, obviously too afraid of alienating their daughter, I didn’t have that problem. She needed a firm hand to guide her and someone who was going to beat her ass when she needed it. I wasn’t about to give into her because she sulked no way let her figure out what she was supposed to do to get back into my good graces. The fact that I had been jealous as fuck was secondary the point is she had no right pressing herself up against another man only hours after I’d had her, fuck that shit. The thing with Pamela Sue was unfortunate but I had in no way instigated that shit and was not about to be held accountable for it, I wasn’t a fucking monk before we met and she had enough sense to know that.
She did her routine on the obstacle course the one that I’d developed for her to keep her body trim and neat without building too much muscle, when I had her beneath me I wanted to feel all woman, none of that hard body bull shit. She did her thing while I did mine not saying a word to her every once in a while she’d look over at me, I noticed she no longer had a mutinous look on her face, more like a lost little girl look, still it wasn’t enough to make me give in.
I left her there when I was done and went to do my laps in the pool, when she came in I got out and went to make our shakes. By mid afternoon she was miserable I could see it written all over her but said nothing as I went about my daily routine, I was almost tempted to leave her there alone and head into the office for a few but somehow I didn’t really want to be far away from her either. I’d grown use to her in the short tine she’d been here, I wanted her smile and that tinkling laugh of hers that made my heart act crazy, wanted the precocious little lover who likes to run her fingertips up and down my cock and bat her lashes at me when she wants to fuck.
I was sitting in the family room in my recliner reading the paper after I couldn’t concentrate worth shit on work when she came in and knelt at my feet.
When she didn’t say anything I lowered the paper and looked at her bent head.
“Was there something you wanted Nicola?”
“I’m sorry.”
Thank fuck; I kept my face blank as I raised her chin to look at her.
“Don’t do that shit again, I’m a grown man baby that shit you pulled could get you in a world of hurt do yourself a favor right here and now and make up your mind not to ever do that shit again you hearing me?”
“Yes.” She looked sorry enough but knowing her stubborn hardheaded ass who knew if she really understood or if we’d be back here again. I shifted the paper around so she could crawl into my lap which she did with a huge smile; with her head on my shoulder I went back to reading while she was content to just sit there in my arms and play with my chest.
Shit we still had two months to go.
THE END