Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 33586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
My mind was in free-fall as I drove through the streets to my penthouse on the other end of the beach. I think I might have to move soon, and what the fuck was I thinking? She wants a baby Nick you heard her. You can’t raise a kid here; the little shits need a backyard. I had obviously lost my fucking mind because the thought of her disrupting my life to such a degree did not break me out in a sweat. I haven’t held a sensible thought since she started her shit. She’s turned me into a blithering idiot.
I found myself grinning like an ass as I headed up to my place with the phone to my ear, already setting things in motion for her overnight stay. I was excited as fuck and don’t ask me why, because the girl was about to make waves in my otherwise orderly life. For the first time though, since my mom passed when I was fifteen, I actually felt something more than the usual humdrum that life had to offer.
I’d buried myself in school and then getting my trading business off the ground after, anything to take my mind off the loss. The women that came and went in my life were more passing interests and warm bodies than actual companions. Something that I made abundantly clear in the beginning of each little fling I’d had over the years.
Not once in all these years has there ever been any danger of me losing my heart. I had that shit too well insulated for that fuckery, so it wasn’t lost on me that she’d snuck in under my guard and it hadn’t even taken much effort. Maybe it was my preexisting feelings for her, maybe it was the shock of seeing the real her up close and personal out of nowhere, with no warning. I don’t know how she did it, but fuck if she doesn’t have me thinking boy or girl?
A few phone calls later the clock had barely wound down, and I was getting antsy. I looked over my place trying to see what she would see when she walked through those doors for the first time as my woman, and it needed work. There was nothing remotely feminine about my place. In fact it was as though I’d gone out of my way to make it as uncomfortable for the opposite sex as possible. A therapist would have fun with that shit but later for that.
I had a few deliveries made that I had to shell out big bucks for since everything was so last minute, but I didn’t care. Suddenly her happiness was the only thing that mattered. I wanted to make shit right for her, give her what I thought she deserved. The vagina that I had grown in the last couple of hours was starting to itch. What the fuck?
There were moments in the ensuing hours, while I waited for the clock to run down ‘til crunch time, that I had to stop and check that this shit was real and that I was really gonna go through with it. It felt more fictitious than real, and I had to force myself more than once not to run back there and grab her.
It seemed beyond reason that yesterday she was the little sister I had come to love, and tonight I was going to make her my lover and more. I wonder if she knows what she was getting herself into, if she understands what being mine would mean for the rest of her life? Poor thing.
I might not have actively searched for a wife, but I knew exactly what I wanted mine to be. Not many women would be able to deal with my shit, and she was still so young…too late though. She had made her bed, now there was no choice but for her to lie in it. The sooner I get my kid in her the better. I’m thinking once we get that shit taken care of, all the rest will fall into place. I hope she can keep up with my ass though, because life as she knows it is about to change in a big fucking way.
Chapter 3
MELANIE
I have sweaty palms and a racing heart as I sit here waiting for his return. He’d called a few minutes ago to make sure things here had died down enough for me to leave my own party. It was just like our parents to throw a welcome home party for me after my first year away, they were so proud of my achievements. I battled back the guilt once more and told myself that all will be well.
That was one of the things that had given me pause in the beginning; that I might be disappointing them with the choices I’ve made. It was hard, knowing that they might not be happy for me, for us, but in this I couldn’t give them what they wanted, since it would mean giving up the one thing I longed for so badly.