Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 68810 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68810 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Not only were the prizes incredible – ten sports cars and round-the-world tickets for two were being given away – but Kyr’s PR staff had also let it be known that many famous couples, such as the three Pussketeers and their wives, together with Damen and Mairi Leventis, were attending.
Oh, to say that they had attended an event that had those couples as guests!
Why, it was more than worth a bingo card, definitely!
And best of all, Kyrillos Gazis and his wife would be hosting. This would give them even more things to gossip about.
Oh, the excitement!
And so they came in droves, not knowing that Kyrillos Gazis knew exactly what they were thinking and would always be several steps ahead of them.
“Ready?” Her beautiful Greek billionaire husband appeared at the doorway, smiling at her.
Oh, Kyr.
Her husband smirked. “I know.”
“H-huh?” She hurriedly got rid of her dreamy smile.
“You’re thinking, ‘my husband’s so gorgeous, I must be so lucky that he’s mine.’ Right?” Not waiting for his blushing wife to answer, he crossed the room, bending down to whisper in her ear, “It’s okay, psaraki. I’m always happy to be yours.”
“S-shut up, you’re so full of it.” But her knees were knocking together under her skirt, and she knew he knew it.
He kissed her hair. “You look gorgeous, Mrs. Gazis.”
She beamed. “Really?”
He bit back a sigh. Theo. That innocent look of pleasure would always get to him. He cupped her face, saying sternly, “Don’t forget what I told you.”
She made a face.
He pinched her cheeks.
“Okay, okay, I remember. I’ll try not to look so—-” She rolled her eyes. “Innocent.” She started to roll her eyes again, but she ended up yelping when he pinched her cheeks another time.
“I’m. Serious.”
“I. Know.” She glared up at him.
But he got rid of her anger easily, lowering his head to kiss her hard. When he lifted his head, he was satisfied to see her eyes cloudy with desire. Good. “You have a very jealous husband, psaraki. Don’t forget.”
“I remember,” she said with a mock sigh, but the stars in her eyes were dazzlingly bright.
They entered the ballroom hand in hand, and as soon as they took their place behind the podium, the entire ballroom was plunged in darkness except for the limelight beaming down at them.
The guests gasped.
A second later, and the battery-powered and remote-operated candles on each table blazed into life, creating an intimate and elegant atmosphere, and everyone burst into appreciative applause.
She winked at her husband. Like it? she asked silently. She expected him to nod or answer, but instead, her usually serious husband actually winked back at her, and oh, how her heart leapt like an Olympic triathlete at that.
As the event’s host began to explain the mechanics of the game, Kyr positioned himself behind her, making Pollyanna frown in bemusement.
Behind her, Kyr said in a low, wicked murmur, “I think you’ve forgotten another thing.”
She stiffened in alarm. “I did?”
“Yes.”
She stiffened again, but this time out of shock and embarrassment as she felt her husband’s lips tracing the line of her nape. What was he doing? Oh my God, they were in public, and about to—-
“You forgot how I never say no to challenges, psaraki.”
Challenges?
But she hadn’t—-
Wait. A. Darn. Minute.
She paled, remembering the last thing they were talking about at the theater.
She had told him she wouldn’t ever be the potty-mouthed wife he had dreamt of.
Oh God.
She had, hadn’t she?
She started uneasily, “Kyr, come on, we’re—-”
The host looked at them. “The floor’s all yours, Mrs. Gazis.”
Behind her, Kyr chuckled, murmuring, “Too late.”
Oh. God.
Tense beyond belief, she pressed on the iPad screen, which had an installed app that worked like a bingo ball generator.
“B5.”
“N42.”
“N34.”
“I20.”
She made it to the fifth ball, and when nothing happened, she started to relax, thinking that he had probably just been bluffing. Ha! Of course he had been bluffing.
“O71.”
Kyr knew the exact moment his wife decided not to take him seriously, and he almost grinned when, after calling out the eighth ball, she had even looked at him over her shoulder and stuck out her tongue.
Ah, my love.
How adorably immature.
It was cute, but he really had to teach her a lesson now.
He waited for her to draw another ball.
She opened her mouth.
He made his move.
“Aaaaaaaaaah.” She was supposed to say the letter “I” but couldn’t, her face paling as she felt Kyr’s hands move inside her skirt, slipping through the back slit and starting to caress her bare thighs.
“What’s that?” a parent from one of the front tables asked in confusion.
She could only be thankful that the entire stage was still plunged in darkness and that the candles could only illuminate a small amount of space on the guests’ tables. It prevented them from seeing what Kyr was doing and—-
Oh. God.
“I. 16.” He had ripped her panties away now, and she was torn between kicking him and wanting to run away. Was he serious? He really had to rip her panties off now?