Total pages in book: 164
Estimated words: 157003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
This dress is fucking maddening.
“Can you help me with my bracelet, Fido?”
I pierce her with a hard glare. “I swear to fuck if anyone so much as touches you tonight, I’ll gut them with my fork.”
“Your wickedly possessive and equal parts horrifying threats are somehow romantic in a way,” she teases as she hands me the thick, sparkly diamond bracelet. “I don’t want anyone touching me but you, Kostas. No one.”
Settled by her fierce words, I take the jewelry and connect it around her delicate wrist. Not letting go of her hand, I draw her palm to my mouth and kiss it, my eyes searing into hers. She grins at me before pulling away to put on some diamond dangly earrings.
“I’m ready,” she finally says, “and you look handsome as ever.”
Gently, I grip her neck and run my thumb along her throbbing vein. “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather stay here instead?”
She clutches my wrist at her throat. “I’m sure. I’m excited to do this. But I’m already tired, so maybe we can cut out early.”
“Deal, wife. And then you’re mine.”
“I already am.”
I watch Talia like a hawk as she moves about the room as though she was born to do this. Eyes follow her everywhere and they all smile for her. Irritation burns inside me each time I see her mother and stepfather, but they’re wise enough to avoid me. They’re proud of her and that makes me happy for her. Doesn’t mean I have to fucking socialize with them, though.
Aris comes to stand beside me and follows my stare, simply sipping from his tumbler of amber liquid without saying much else. After a few moments, he points at them, still holding his glass. It sloshes slightly.
“It’s her fault, you know,” he says, his words sharp and furious.
“Talia?”
He turns and offers me a cruel smile. “So quick to blame your wife and you don’t even know what I’m talking about.”
I grit my teeth. “Out with whatever the hell you’re going to say, asshole.”
“Not your wife.” A laugh escapes him. “Her mother.” He turns back to look at them and scowls. “Our mother would still be—”
“Oh, honey,” Selene coos. “There you are.” She bounds over to Aris, her big boobs nearly bouncing out of her dress in the process. “Been looking everywhere for you.” Her gaze follows his, which is still locked on Talia, and she huffs. “That’s an awfully daring dress to wear in public.”
Before I can snap at her, Aris shuts her down by snagging her wrist and pulling her to him. “That mouth always gets you in trouble. Keep it up and I’m going to find something to keep it quiet.”
Rather than being intimidated, she giggles and presses her tits against him as she kisses him. When they get a little too into it, I step away from them on a hunt for Talia. A waitress walks by with a tray filled with plates of dessert—pomegranate themed—and I grab one from her. I take a small bite and lift my brows in surprise. It’s delicious.
Talia’s eyes catch mine as her mother speaks to her. She pales at my looming presence. I don’t miss the slight wobble of her feet, and the breathy way she asks for them to excuse her. Then, she makes her way over to me, forcing a smile.
“I know this is awkward,” she breathes, sounding tired and overwhelmed. “But thank you for letting them come. It means the world to me.”
I give her a simple nod and then grab her elbow to lead her over to an abandoned table. Once she’s seated, I set the plate down and give her thigh a squeeze.
“You did a wonderful job. I’m impressed, but not surprised,” I say, smiling at her.
Her smile falters and her face seems to pale more. She blinks as though she’s slightly dizzy. Now that I think about it, while everyone else was eating, she made her rounds instead. When she looks down at her lap, I pick up the fork and stab at a piece of the dessert.
“You haven’t eaten a thing tonight,” I tell her, offering her a bite.
She lifts her gaze and eyes the food warily before darting her attention to her mother nearby. “I’m fine,” she utters with a frown, not taking the bite, but instead waving it off.
“You’re nervous and overwhelmed, which is to be expected,” I placate as I set the fork back down on the plate. “The next restaurant opening in November will go off even smoother.”
“That’ll be tricky with school and all,” she mutters, reaching for an untouched glass of water in front of her. “I enrolled for a full load. But I’m pretty sure I can make it all work.”
Opening this restaurant took up all her damn time.
But school too?
There’s no fucking way.
“Make the new restaurant your focus. We both know school was just something to pass the time for you. You have this now.” I wave in the air as if to back up my words. “Now eat this. You’re about to pass out.”