Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30680 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30680 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
"Philippe!"
Her orgasm seemed to last for an eternity, and by the time the shudders that rocked her body gradually faded, she felt so tired and sleepy she couldn't even utter a protest as Philippe laid her down on the bed.
He left her side briefly, and when he returned he had a wet washcloth in his hand, and butterflies in her stomach came to life as she felt him wipe her clean. She wondered if he had always been like this, and from there, she remembered yet again the question she had asked, and he had failed to answer.
"Philippe?" She waited until his jade-green eyes sought hers, and it was then she asked, "I got it right earlier, didn't I? We had a fight on our wedding day, and that's why I'm still a virgin?"
Chapter Four
Charlee-Mae woke up the next day to a bedside note.
We'll talk when I get back.
~ P.
She flipped the note around just to be sure there wasn't anything else written, and when she found out there was none, she settled back against the pillows with a sigh.
Huh.
Last night, Nurse Stella had come in before Philippe could answer her question, and after that, Dr. Manolis had also come to check on her, and before she knew it, the phone extension in her room had started to ring, and his sister-in-law Greta's call had ended up taking her husband away for good.
It was frustrating to say the least, but since Greta's call had been about work, Charlee-Mae had quickly assured her husband she was fine on her own.
Except she was not.
Her gaze flicked back to Philippe's handwritten note, and she wondered if she was being unreasonable to hope that there was an 'I love you' hidden somewhere in Philippe's note.
She had imagined Frenchmen in general to be romantic, but maybe her beautiful and sexy husband was the exception to the rule. He was super, super sweet after all, so maybe, he was simply being considerate. Since she had lost all memories of meeting and falling in love with him, her husband might've imagined telling her 'I love you' could make her feel pressured into saying the words back.
Charlee-Mae thought this over, and after a moment, she decided it was so. After all, Philippe didn't seem to be the type to let himself be caught up in a whirlwind romance if his feelings weren't involved. Add to that their undeniable sexual chemistry, and voila: a couple in love was born.
Her positive outlook now fully restored, Charlee-Mae hummed happily as she swung her legs off the bed and headed to the en-suite for a much-needed shower.
It was a bummer that her head wound meant she wouldn't be able to wash her hair for almost a week, but at least the rest of her would feel fresh and clean.
Deliciously hot water warmed her skin as she soaped her body, and just like she always did every morning, Charlee-Mae started talking to God in her mind, and Lord, oh Lord, did she have a lot to say, like—-
Thank You, God!
She had always dreamed of having a grand romance that would look like it was straight out of a Dynasty episode, and that was exactly what she had now, with Charlee-Mae having fallen in love, getting married, and losing all memories of her husband in the span of two weeks.
She was sure things would only get more exciting from here, and the thought had Charlee-Mae cheerfully singing Lady Marmalade as she finished her shower. After unpinning her hair and drying herself off, she wrapped the towel around her body...and bumped straight into a hard wall of muscles as soon as she walked out of the en-suite.
Charlee-Mae looked up, and her throat went dry as her mood changed lightning-quick from stunned to feverish.
The lust blazing in her husband's jade-green eyes made her remember how he had made her cum, and Charlee-Mae could only gulp and fidget as she struggled to control the desire that was spreading fast through her bloodstream.
How amazing was it that this beautiful and oh-so-sexy man was her husband...but at the same time feel like a virtual stranger? Just looking at Philippe made her feel so hot, and the fact that she didn't remember marrying him just made things more exciting. It was like wanting something forbidden, except it wasn't really forbidden, and when she saw the way Philippe was staring at how half of her breasts swelled over her towel—-
He wanted her as bad as she wanted him, Charlee-Mae realized dizzily, and the knowledge made her reach up, and before she could let herself think twice, the towel wrapped around her body had already fallen to the floor—-
"Mon Dieu."
—-just as both of them heard the door start to open.
Nurse Stella entered her patient's room while patting her pockets to see which one of it...ah, there it was. She fished her pen out of the pocket of her pants. "Good morning, Mrs. DeRose—-" She looked up and belatedly noticed her patient's elegantly handsome fiancé, who remained to be the favorite topic of the entire hospital staff. "—-and Mr. DeRose."