Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
She is making her coffee, and I walk behind her and wrap my arms around her waist, kissing her neck because her hair is tied up again. “You know what you are missing?” she tells me, and I just grumble. “A nice couch outside.”
“So let’s go buy one,” I tell her, grabbing my own coffee. Taking her hand, I lead her outside, and we watch the dogs run around. I sit in one of the rocking chairs and then look at her. “Yeah, we need a couch out here,” I tell her, and she sits in the rocking chair next to me, tucking her feet under her.
“What time is the event tonight?” she asks, taking a sip of her coffee and watching the dogs run.
“I have to be there at six thirty,” I tell her. “There is a red carpet.” She turns her head to look at me. “You don’t have to walk with me,” I tell her, “but you can if you want to.”
“Um,” she says. “I’m good with watching from the sidelines.”
“I thought you would be,” I tell her, “but make no mistake about it, everyone is going to know you’re there with me.” She rolls her eyes at me. We spend the day lounging on the couch while I buy a round couch for outside. We also have a heavy-duty make-out session that leaves me rock hard and has her running to take a shower.
I slip on my suit jacket when I see it’s almost six. It’s the suit she sold me, and I smile when I look into the mirror. I grab my Rolex and slip it on and then go in search of her.
Her bedroom door is closed, and I find Lilo lying in front of it. “Did she kick you out?” I ask her and then knock softly on the door.
“Come in,” she shouts, and I’m not ready for the sight that greets me. Sitting at the end of the bed on one of the white benches, she is leaning over and tying the strap to her gold heels. But all I see are her legs—her long, lean, and soft fucking legs. Her head turns toward the door, and I see that she has makeup on. Not a lot but the perfect amount to make her green eyes pop even more. She’s left her strawberry blond hair loose with soft curls. “I’m almost ready,” she says, and all I can do is stare when she gets up, and I finally see her full outfit. It’s a pink gold colored outfit in all sequins. The sleeves are long and tied tight at her wrists, making the sleeves baggy. It’s a V-neck in the front, and the waist looks like it’s crossed over. The kicker is it reaches her mid thigh, so her legs are all out. I have no idea what the fuck she is wearing, but I do know she isn’t going out like this. “I have to just get my purse,” she says, walking to her purse, and I see the skirt slink around her legs.
“You can’t go out like that,” I finally tell her, putting my hands in my pocket. “What else do you have?”
“What is wrong with this outfit?” she says, looking down. There is nothing wrong with it, and now that she’s facing me, I see it’s a wrap dress.
“Well, for one, it’s not long enough,” I tell her, and she just laughs, making me glare at her. “For two, it’s not long enough,” I repeat because besides the length, she looks amazing. “Three, it’s not fucking long enough, Zara,” I say, now running my hands through my hair.
“Oh, you are wearing the suit you got,” she says, walking over, and all I see are her legs and the fucking dress that just brushes against her. Then to top it all off, she’s wearing fucking gold stilettos. A single gold strap over her toes and then another around her fucking ankle. “You look amazing,” she says, smoothing the jacket. “We should get going. You are going to be late.”
“Zara,” I say through clenched teeth.
“Actually”—she turns and looks at me—“can we get a picture so I can send it to Zoe?” she asks and walks ahead of me toward the long mirror hanging in the entrance. She stands there and holds the phone up to snap a picture of me looking at her. “You have to smile and not glare.” She laughs and then I just shake my head.
“Can you please, please go change?” I ask her. I’m not opposed to begging.
“Don’t be silly,” she says. “Besides, the slip under is shorts so you can’t see anything.” She turns to look at me and then tilts her head back. “I really want to kiss you right now, but I’m wearing lip gloss.” My hands grab her face, and I kiss her, smudging her lip gloss. My hand in her hair now making it more wild than before. I see little soft red dots where my scruff pricked her.