The Cost of a Bride Read Online Jenna Rose

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love, Novella, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
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She moves like beauty itself. I stop dead in my tracks the moment I set eyes on her. She doesn’t even seem real. It’s as though some videogame developer created her for his game and then she somehow got transported here into our world.

Her long, brunette hair spills down over her shoulders like water and drifts back and forth as she sways her curvaceous hips from side to side. I’m mesmerized as I stand there staring like I’ve had a spell cast over me, possessed by her curves, feeling my body go hot and my cock stiffen beneath by pants.

Who is this girl? Where did she come from?

All the other men in the room seem taken by her too. Instantly, a fiery jealousy comes over me, and I want none of them looking at her. It’s like a madness has come over me out of nowhere. A complete starvation for this woman dancing in front of me.

I haven’t had even the slightest lusting for a woman in the eight months since Cheryl left me. Every time I went and approached one of those girls at the bar and ran a line on her, it was just a show for the boys. But now, it’s like I’m completely desperate for this girl.

She’s mine. Mine and no one else’s.

This dance she’s doing is for me. She thought it up just for me. Not for these rich, spoiled sons of bitches sitting around here with their millions of dollars in their bank accounts and their supercars sitting out front.

Me.

And just to prove it, since all the other men seem content to just be sitting there watching her dance, I step away from the wall and walk right up to the middle of the room and approach her. If I can approach a girl at a dive bar, I can approach a girl here, right? What’s the difference?

“Does no one else here have the balls to tell you just how gorgeous you are?”

She whirls, causing her hair to spin, filling my nostrils with a wonderous perfume and scent that simply further causes my cock to stiffen. Her body is cloaked in red lingerie, causing her to look like a piece of delicious candy that I’m desperate to unwrap.

“Who me?” she responds, her voice like music and magic at the same time. “You think a man’s never told me I’m gorgeous before?”

She’s got fire in her. I like that. But I can’t handle the eyes on her in this room. Can’t handle the other men hearing us speak. She needs to be mine. I need her all to myself.

I reach in and take her by the wrist. “No doubt in my mind you have,” I whisper. “What’s your name?”

Her eyes widen as I pull her close. “Sapphire,” she replies. “And you better be careful with the merchandise, mister. You get too rough and they’ll toss your ass out.”

Sapphire? Yeah, and my name’s Rocky. But I get it. She’s not using her real name while she’s here. That’s fine.

“Don’t worry, Sapphire, I just want a little alone time with you,” I reply with a smile. “You can call me Russ. And I won’t hurt you, gorgeous. Unless you’re into that sort of thing, that is.”

2

Nikki

The men at these parties are terrible. Rich, elite, privileged jerks who think they own the world and can do whatever they want. Most of them didn’t even work for what they have. They were simply born into it. I hate coming here to do what I do, but the money is so good I can’t turn it down.

My friend, Alyssa, got me the job here, and I’m grateful for it, but that doesn’t change the fact that it sucks, and I’m always putting on a happy face for the men so that I’ll keep getting invited back.

Of course, they probably don’t care whether or not I’m actually having a good time or not; they just don’t want a girl running around the house in her underwear looking miserable.

It also doesn’t help that most of them are old enough to be my grandfather. I know some girls here are fine with that and don’t mind having themselves a sugar daddy just as long as he keeps them in diamonds and furs, but that’s not me. I just want to be happy with a man who actually seems to care about me.

Which is why I’m so shocked by this man, Russell, who has his strong hand around my wrist right now.

Not only is he tall and handsome with kind eyes and a kind face, but he’s also in an age range that I could actually be interested in. And as he pulls me out into the hallway and leads me behind him, away from the room where I was just dancing, I can’t help but feel as though there’s some kind of energy emanating from him.


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