Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 77(@200wpm)___ 62(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 77(@200wpm)___ 62(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
I didn’t care about anything else aside from the fact that I’d found out who she was.
Then I’d contacted my IT guy, gave him the information I had on her, and told him to find her for me.
I found out where she lived, even what her hours were at the florist shop where she worked. I was going overboard, I knew that, even heading into stalker-like behavior. But I was a desperate man, and for the first time in my life, I’d found someone who made me feel like I was living again, like if I didn’t keep her in my life I wouldn’t be able to breathe.
And that was not a feeling I was going to give up without a fight.
I found myself walking up to her house, a small bungalow that was quaint and cute… looking like a home. It was a far cry from my penthouse apartment, one that was void of a woman’s touch, had no warmth, no life aside from a few pieces of designer decoration I had. And every time I walked into my apartment, I felt that emptiness. I felt the loneliness. I hated it, and I wanted to change.
And I wanted to change with Penny.
Would she want that with me?
As I walked up to her front door, my heart was racing, and never in my life had I felt as nervous as I did right now. What would I say? What would she say when she saw me?
No doubt she’d think I was some kind of stalker, finding out who she was, where she lived. But I had to tell her, explain what I felt for her, that it had started out as an instant, physical attraction, but as I sat there and talked to her, gotten to know her personality, I’d fallen hard and fast.
And over the last week, all I’d been able to think about was Penny. She was all I wanted. Ever.
I held the bouquet of two dozen roses in my hand, my other one curled into a tight fist at my side. Maybe the flowers were cliché, but I didn’t want to come empty-handed.
How would she feel if she found out that what I really wanted to do was throw her over my shoulder all caveman-esque and take her back to my bed to fuck her senseless?
Fuck, I was already starting to get hard.
I stood at her door for long moments, trying in vain to get my mind out of the gutter. I wouldn’t take no for an answer. I’d prove to her that she was mine.
I wanted to look into her face when I told her what she meant to me, how she made me feel. I wanted to see her expression, her reaction. I just wanted to see her.
These past seven days felt like a lifetime of me thinking about her, picturing her in my mind, jerking off to the memory of how she felt pressed against me, my cock deep in her pussy. I wasn’t ashamed to say that I wanted a repeat performance, every day, every night for the rest of my life. Hell, I wanted to fuck her raw, make it so she couldn’t walk comfortably because she’d still feel my dick in her.
And fucking hell, I wanted to fill her up, make her take every last ounce of my cum like I had in that closet.
Maybe this was fast, a little bit crazy. Maybe I was fucking obsessed. But if I was going to be addicted to something, I wanted to be hooked on Penny.
I lifted my hand and brought my knuckles down on her door, rapping on it three times, then taking a step back. I held my breath as I waited, praying she was home so I could see her, so I could look into her blue eyes and get lost in them all over again.
God, she was perfect for me in every way, and I wanted to spend my life getting to know her. I wanted to spend the rest of my days knowing what her favorite food was, if she liked coffee or tea in the morning. I wanted to know the little things like what her favorite color was, if she liked dramas or mysteries, if she was a horror fan. I wanted to know what she hated, what annoyed her. I wanted to know all of that, and I wouldn’t leave until she gave me a chance.
I couldn’t.
And then the next several moments happened in slow motion as the front door opened, and I saw her for the first time in seven days.
God, it felt like an eternity that I hadn’t seen her strawberry-blonde hair and big blue eyes. It seemed far longer than a week since I’d tasted her plump, juicy mouth, but I sure as hell remembered how she tasted, how she smelled and felt pressed up against me.