The One Read Online Jordan Silver

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 95147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
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Whatever, I don’t plan on spending too much time worrying about it. I have a business to run and a woman to woo. Just thinking about her brought a smile to my face; she’s so damn cute. I picked up the phone to call her and spent about an hour listening to her voice. It helped smooth some of the rough edges left from my conversation with my brother and the fact that mom hadn’t called, and I went about my day feeling lighter.

STEPH

It ought to be illegal to be this happy. I feel as if my heart is going to burst from happiness any minute, and my feet don’t seem to touch the ground anymore when I walk. I’ve pinched my arm black and blue just to reassure myself that I was not dreaming, that I really was having a love affair with one of the dreamiest men I’ve ever met.

I don’t want my days to end, but the nights are even better. My only fear was that it would end. That fear creeps in every once in a while and disrupts my thoughts until I beat it back in an effort to hold onto this feeling a little bit longer. I refuse to let my usual hang-ups interfere this time because, this time, I feel like what we have is more than worth fighting for.

This weekend had shown me that. It has been one of the best I’ve ever spent, and I have Mace to thank for that. He’d gone above and beyond in all that he did, and I can never thank him enough for sharing something like that with me. I never expected that anyone would treat me this way, like I mattered, that what I liked mattered. Or that he’d go out of his way to help me overcome my fear of the water, even though we both enjoyed the hell out of that.

I still find it hard to believe that this is my life, that the ugly duckling was being treated like a beautiful swan and by someone as handsome and manly as him. That someone who looks like Mace could ever genuinely care for me is not something I’d ever dreamed of.

Who knew that one drunken night would lead to this? I haven’t thought of that night, the night we met, in a long time, and the embarrassment from my actions has started to fade. Speaking of which, Miss. Kitty has been very quiet today. She’s been on her best behavior all weekend, just releasing a few happy sighs here and there. I guess she’d got her fill and was passed out or something.

‘You wish! Got my fill my ass! I’m just staying quiet and waiting for you to mess this up. You do that shit I got something for your ass. I’m not going back to small dick, inferior dick, no dick. Didn’t I tell you not to wear those drawers? See what you got for listening to me? Just do what I tell you, and we’ll be knee-deep in dick for a long time.’

I burst into laughter which only made her act up even more. She had a point, though; it was at her insistence that I’d foregone wearing underwear, which had garnered great results. I must remember to do that more often going forward. But maybe I should save it for special occasions or for when I mess up and need to make amends.

I still feel all warm and fuzzy when I recall the look in his eyes when he first saw me in my dress. A dress that I’d been afraid to wear and had left hidden away in my closet for so long because I didn’t think I could pull it off. The way he’d reacted, I wish I could go out and buy ten more just to see that look time and again.

Just remembering the things he’d whispered in my ear when he was trying to distract me from the rushing water or the way he’d held me when we made love as the boat swayed beneath us was enough to make me blush. The way he’d waved to other boaters as they passed us on the water, his arm wrapped around me protectively, not even paying attention to the scantily clad bikini blondes on some of the watercraft that went by, still makes me feel warm inside.

I still have to get over worrying about what others think, though. It was obvious from the looks we got from some of the women we passed that they were wondering what we were doing together. I know what most people think; they think that someone my size deserves a less attractive package, and that’s why we get so many stares when we’re together.

But I’m surprised to realize that when I’m with him, my size is the last thing on my mind. I can go for hours in his presence, not remembering that I was a few sizes bigger than society finds attractive.


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