Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Now that she’s free and clear, it seems like a dick move to trap her all over again. But I know that in doing this, I’ll finally give her what she was missing. I can give her the life and love she deserves and worship her until the end of time. I just need her name on the dotted line and all will be right.
And if she decides to throw a fit, I’ve got a little insurance in my back pocket that will have her father agreeing for her. Everything is going according to plan, and as she walks in my office I feel my heart beating for the first time in years.
3
Wyatt
“Good morning,” she says in her raspy voice as she walks in.
I watch without comment as she tosses her fur coat on my couch and takes a seat without me asking her to. I bite my lip and then rub my thumb across it as I think about how tight her pussy is. She’s so stuck up I bet she’s never even put her fingers inside it.
“Make yourself at home, won’t you?” I say with sarcasm in my voice and she rolls her eyes.
“You called me down here first thing in the morning, what do you want?” She glances around the room, trying not to look at me.
I make a show of looking at my watch and see it’s noon. “I should have anticipated how long it would take you to get ready.”
Now her eyes snap to me in a glare and I swear it goes straight to my cock. What I wouldn’t give to see her eyes wide with my dick in her mouth.
“Are you going to take your time since you’re charging me by the hour?”
“Don’t you want me to take my time?” I ask, sitting down across from her and leaning back in my seat.
Her cheeks flush. She looks out the window and crosses her arms, no doubt to cover up her tight nipples under that cream dress. Fuck, I can’t wait to get my mouth on them.
“I need you to sign these,” I say, moving the folder closer to her.
“Fine,” she says as she grabs the pen.
I hit the buzzer on my intercom and one of the office paralegals comes in. “If you could witness this,” I say, indicating the papers in front of Savannah.
Savannah scrawls her name on the papers without reading a word of it. Then I turn them towards me and sign. Afterwards I hand it to the paralegal, who signs and then notarizes the document.
“Thank you, that’ll be all,” I say, and Savannah stands up. “Not you,” I add and she rolls her eyes again and sits back down.
The paralegal leaves and closes the door as I tuck the paperwork away.
“What else could you possibly want me for?” Savannah’s question is heavy and I ponder all the answers I could give her.
I want to tell her that I want her for everything, but that might just make her fall out of her chair. But I’ve got to tell her eventually and now is probably the best time for it.
“These are yours,” I say, handing her a set of keys.
“What for?” She takes them and looks at them in confusion. “Why do I need keys?”
“They’re to my place. You obviously can’t stay at the house you shared with Aiden anymore. It would be awkward for me to fuck you where he slept.”
Slowly her eyebrows rise and her emerald green eyes turn to ice. “How dare you talk to me like that.”
I stand up and walk around the small table between us to lean over her in her chair. “Oh, princess, you can pretend all you want, but you and I both know this was a long time coming.” I smirk down at her and walk back to my chair. “The movers are already at your place and should be finished within the hour. I’ve arranged a spa day for you while you wait. Then you can go to our place afterwards.”
“Our place?” Her voice rises as she gets out of her seat. “Are you shitting me right now, Wyatt? I can’t live with you. I haven’t even told my father that Aiden and I are finished.”
I notice that nowhere in her declaration did she say she didn’t want to be with me.
“This is insane.” She tosses the keys on the desk and I smile at her and pick them up.
“How is this insane? Where else would my wife live but with me?”
“Wife?” she whispers, and I can see as understanding hits her and she looks at the paperwork. “You didn’t.”
“Oh, I most certainly did. It’s signed, sealed, and notarized.”
“I’ll rip it up,” she says.
“It’s not happening, princess.”
“I’ll tell everyone you tricked me. I’ll have the paperwork voided. You can’t do this, Wyatt.” Her cheeks are flushed, and I can feel the heat coming off of her as she comes closer.