Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
We walked for hours and talked about nothing in particular. He told me about his family and his sisters. He had several nieces and nephews and every time he mentioned one of them, his face would light up. It was endearing to watch. He talked about his mom and how she was his best friend. It was probably one of the sweetest things that I had ever heard before.
When it came to talking about Ethan, he didn’t just light up, he glowed. You could see it from a mile away. I had never seen anything like it before. His mannerisms, his gestures, and even his smiles were like witnessing something exclusive and extraordinary for the first time.
It was then that I realized I hadn’t had a real conversation with somebody in such a long time. I couldn’t remember the last time I really talked to someone, the way he talked to me. It was like he wanted me to know everything about him, like he wanted to share his life with me and I didn’t understand why.
I had been with hundreds, maybe thousands of people and we always talked. Madam was adamant about us being treated like treasured jewels before any sexual thing would happen. We were always taken out to dinner or to a show, a party, it didn’t matter. Something had to happen before the exchange of money could occur. It was her way of having us feel like more than just a VIP.
At times I felt like I was the only girl in the world. I loved that feeling. But talking to Devon and truly getting to know another human being, made me realize that I hadn’t had real conversation with someone in ten years. I lived a life of pleasure where all I had to do was say the word and it was mine. Handed to me on silver platter with a bright red bow.
I watched the way his lips moved.
I watched the way he smiled.
I watched the way he opened every door for me.
And I especially watched the way he looked at me, pulling the hair away from my face. No one had ever done that.
I wanted to engrain it in my memory. To take a piece of him home with me. The way he affected my mind and my heart was petrifying, but it was so real.
The emotion…
I could touch it.
I could feel it.
I could taste it.
It was all around me and I wanted to bask in it. I wanted to savor it like it was the last thing I would ever do. I always thought of myself as a free spirit and in that moment I had never felt so free.
I knew it was only a matter of time until he started asking questions about me; about my life. A huge, huge part of me wanted to tell him.
But I didn’t.
I changed the subject, exactly how I always did.
“I’m hungry,” I stated, objecting once again to the endless questions about who I was and where I came from.
I could tell by the look on his face that he was disappointed, but didn’t stress it. We walked past a food stand on the side of the road, and he nodded toward it.
“Alright, Mr., I have done everything you wanted to do. But I am not eating food off a truck.”
He laughed. “Oh, come on, live a little.”
“Do you have any idea how much I would have to work out to kill all those calories? And I didn’t bring my running shoes.”
He cocked his head to the side. “Please tell me you’re joking? You can’t weigh more than 105, maybe 110 wet.”
“I’m not going to tell you how much I weigh, Devon, and I’m also not going to eat that. Let’s go down to Bourbon Street and have a nice dinner.”
“No.”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me. You’re going to eat a hamburger with extra cheese and all of the condiments. We’re going to order the greasiest fries and maybe even a chocolate milkshake. And you’re going to fucking love it,” he added in a serious tone.
I shrugged, shaking my head no. “I’m not eating that.”
“You asked for it.”
“Wha—”
He leaned forward, picked me up by my waist like I was a ragdoll and threw me over his shoulder. My ass was right in his face and he held the back of my knees to keep me locked in place.
“What are you doing? Put me down!” I shouted, pressing my hands on his back to look up.
He turned to the food cart and I spun around. “We’re going to take two burgers with extra cheese and all the condiments, and I’m going to need some of your greasiest fries,” he emphasized. “If you need to make another batch to make them extra greasy, please feel free, we can wait. And I’ll also take that extra large chocolate shake with two straws.” He turned again so I could see the guys face laughing behind the counter. “This little girl is watching her calories,” he added, smacking my ass before turning back around to face him.