Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 95147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
I didn’t look in my sister’s direction, didn’t budge when her friend screeched upon receiving the bill, and Jaxxon, who was hanging around instead of going back to the door where the best of his team was on post, stepped in the way when Roz tried coming towards me. “What’s going on? Why is your sister so upset?”
“I cut her off because she’s had too much to drink. I guess she’s pissed.”
“Aw, you’re such a nice big brother; that’s sweet.”
“Drink your champagne, baby.”
“Oh, here, have some.” She passed me the glass she had already poured just as Cassidy and one of the runners showed up with the appetizers.
“What did you order me?” I nuzzled her ear.
“Steak, of course. I know what you like.
“That’s my girl.”
Roz started spouting off, but I couldn’t hear what was being said over the music. I just saw Jaxxon having a very stern conversation with her before she and her friends walked off. My phone rang not even five minutes later, and the screen said, ‘mom.’ I didn’t have to guess why she was calling but now was not the time.
“Mom, are you hurt?”
“Of course not; what makes you say that?”
“Is dad okay?”
“Of course, I’m calling because Roz….”
“Now is not a good time, mom. I’m kinda busy. If there’s no emergency, I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Love you, bye.” I hung up before she could say anything else.
Steph
Something’s going on. If Mace’s sister was drunk like he says, there’s no way he’d have left her to fend for herself, he’s too attentive for that, and I’m too tipsy to delve into his business tonight; I’ll get it out of him in the morning. Right now, I am feeling no pain. I’ve got the hottest guy in the building sitting next to me, pampering the hell out of me while half of the who’s who in the city looked on from the floor below.
I wasn’t even feeling like my usual self-conscious self about having all those eyes on me while I ate and drank to my heart’s content at Mace’s insistence. I guess he knows me as well as I know him because he fed me bits of his steak since I’d gone with the shrimp dish against my better judgment knowing good and well that I can’t resist steak.
“You should try the carrot cake with orange cream cheese icing; it’s amazing.”
“Ooh, that sounds good. Nat and I were salivating over the donut bread pudding with bourbon sauce.” He motioned Cassidy over and ordered both and another bottle of champagne after making sure that Nat had everything she needed as well.
If I wasn’t half gone to the wind with alcohol, I would’ve sworn that he was way more attentive than usual, and Mace is already very attentive, but I guess it’s the alcohol that’s making everything seem super over imposed.
Once the dessert came, I barely had time to get a taste of both before he was pulling me up from my seat and making our excuses to Nat, who was busy making eyes at Jaxxon and giggling like a schoolgirl and not like the well-respected and very feared attorney I know and love. “We’ll be back in a few.” He told her as he pulled me along behind him.
“I know where you’re going and what you’re going to do.” She laughed uproariously as I blushed and tried to hide my face in Mace’s back. Why are best friends so embarrassing? I guess she knows what she knows because no sooner had his office door closed behind us than I found myself pressed up against it with his hand beneath my dress.
The sound of my panties tearing was now a familiarity, so I didn’t mourn the fact that I’d paid way too much for the thing, and he hadn’t even seen it, just tore and destroyed. Who cares? I didn’t, not when he got down on his knees, and his head disappeared between my thighs. I forgot all about what could’ve possibly gotten into him tonight and just enjoyed being wanted this much.
MACE
Shit! How many times is this now that I’ve cum inside her without protection? I rolled off of her and dragged her to my side to keep her close as she sighed with contentment, her plush body feeling nice and warm, adding an extra layer to the afterglow of phenomenal sex.
Things have been going so well between us that I’d all but forgotten that first drunken conversation I’d overheard what seems like forever ago now. Not that it matters. Stephanie might talk a good game, but she doesn’t have it in her to use anyone for anything, no matter how much she may want a child.
In fact, the more I come to know her, the more I realize how much she needs me to protect her. She’d spent so much time being bogged down by other people’s bullshit that she’d somehow convinced herself that if she just ignored the hurt and pretended that it didn’t matter, life would go on as usual. I’m sick of it.