Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 47419 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 237(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47419 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 237(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
The way he looked at me as if it should’ve been a given almost brought tears to my eyes. He’s so possessive I sometimes fear that once we have kids of our own, which I’m pretty sure is his latest mission in life, that he’d neglect my kids with Doug.
“Let’s get this straight. I hate your ex, but those kids are as much a part of you as they are him; there’s no way I can mistreat something that’s a part of you. If I could, I’d adopt them, but I know he’s not going to give me that choice, but that will not stop me from loving and protecting them.”
“My hope is that by the time my kids are old enough to choose for themselves, they’d choose me and not the asshole who tried to destroy their mother. Does that put your mind at ease?” Boy howdy.
I didn’t hear anything else about my wedding after that day until I was being dragged onto a private plane with the kids. We landed in Maui hours later, and that’s when I learned that my wedding was the next day.
My ex-in-laws, his parents, and mine were our guests, along with the friends we’d shared with Doug. It was amazing, and I felt like the most beautiful woman in the world. My engagement ring had a center diamond the size of Mars and I was willing to bet it was either two or three times bigger than the one Doug had gotten me, which wasn’t too bad itself.
I’m pretty sure it could be seen from the horizon as big and as bright as it was. I felt a little bit weird having Helen and Victor there. Not because I didn’t want them but because I wasn’t sure how they truly felt. This was all happening very fast, after all, and Doug was still their son.
We had a chance to talk about it later on that night when the party on the beach was dying down. “We love Jacob like our own. I know he’ll be good to you and my grandbabies, and that’s what’s important. You didn’t do anything wrong; why should you feel any kind of way about going on with your life?” Helen took my hand and looked into my eyes as she asked.
It felt amazing having their support, and I told them in so many ways, but Jacob did me one better. He got all of our guest's gifts but the grandparents got spoilt the most. Luxury watches for the men and women, from him, I, and the kids and the grands each got a bracelet with our birthstones.
We left the kids and flew to another island for our honeymoon, which was a waste of time and money if you ask me because we never left the room. It’s like putting his ring on my finger had made something snap inside him.
He seemed a lot more possessive than before, and I didn’t think that was possible. He refused to let me out of our bed the first three days of our honeymoon getaway. The staff learned not to come near that room after day one, that’s for sure because I’m sure they’d heard me screaming out orgasms first thing in the morning.
At one point, I had to ask if he was taking something, but he claimed that I was his aphrodisiac, and we were at it again. That fourth day, he finally took me out. We went out to a restaurant to eat, and I noticed he held me closer and crowded me with his body a lot as if protecting me from the rest of the world.
I noticed the appreciative looks I got from both men and women in the flowy silk kaftan top over white silk shorts that showed off my legs and thighs that were tight from my time on the treadmill.
I did notice that Jacob had a tic in his cheek for most of the meal, but it was only when we got back to the beach house and he took me to bed, that I realized what his problem was. He’d seen the men checking me out and proceeded to try to kill me with his twelve-inch cock.
“I don’t see how men looking at my ass is my...." That’s as far as I got before his hand was squeezing off my air, and I had a belly full of hard cock again to put me in my place. He’s so easy.
BASTARD
“What the hell is this?” I stared down at my phone in surprise and anger. I’d been ignoring it all day, not wanting to see why or who had been texting me nonstop. The truth is, I thought it was that annoying bitch who I had sent off to work without me every day for the past week.