Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 90852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
“Then, stop being jealous. I’m right here. You’re all I want.”
“And I am grateful for that, but. . .Marcy is a problem—”
“Being jealous won’t solve that alleged problem.”
“Jealousy might not solve anything, but it’s a signal. It’s telling me to protect what’s mine, to not let anyone come between us.”
“Only person that could ever come between us is you.”
He frowned.
“Marcy doesn’t have my heart.” I unfolded my arms, reached out to him, and squeezed his hand gently. “No one is coming between us, Lei. I think we are everything together. I think we are. . .love and. . .beautiful passion and. . .forever. In my mind. . .our bond is stronger than Marcy or. . .your harem or even memories of Chanel coming up to divide us.”
Lei pursed his lips.
“Or am I just. . .wrong about us? Are we not that strong together? Is our bond weak? Is our love fragile like. . .thin glass?”
Lei looked at me in silence, but something shifted, ever so slightly. His hand—tense under my grip—relaxed a little.
I swore that even the pulsing vein on his temple slowed down. And I knew, even if just for that moment, he was trying to let go of the hostility.
When he spoke, the words lost their edge. “My father was right about you.”
That caught me off guard. “How was he right?”
“You just made my head spin in an odd direction.”
“I’m just telling you the truth.”
“No.” He scowled at me. “I think I’m more than pussy whipped when it comes to you.”
“Lei, first of all, you are not pussy whipped. I need you to stop saying that—”
“Why do you keep denying it?”
“Because it’s not true.” For some reason, I couldn’t stop myself from chuckling. It just spilled out of me. “Just stop it. I’m serious.”
He quirked his brows. “Why are you laughing right now?”
I tried to stop again, but more chuckles left me. “Because I think it’s funny when you say that you’re pussy whipped.”
“It’s not funny. I’m serious—”
“Which is why it’s even more hilarious.”
“Why didn’t you warn me?”
“Warn you about what, Lei?”
“About your pussy.”
I blushed and checked the chef and staff. Thankfully, they were over by the table chatting and messing around with the items over there. I lowered my voice. “We were having a serious discussion about Marcy, not about my pussy.”
“My being pussy whipped is related to that topic—”
“It is not.”
“It is.” He leaned forward, brushed his lips against my ear, and whispered, “What did you think was going to happen after you bounced on my cock today?”
Heat sparked in my core.
“You were so wet, hugging my cock. Doing that magical thing you do?”
I smirked. “I wasn’t doing anything magical. Would you stop being funny?”
“It was magic. And after all that, you think I’m going to let Marcy of all people call you MoMo and say he loves you?”
“He’s family, so accept him.”
“Oh. That easy?”
“Yes. That easy.” I leaned away from Lei. “Because Lei let’s not forget that I have fully accepted your aunts, crazy ass Chen, your men, your extravagant life, the East, your father who. . .killed my father. I’ve dealt with the harem who basically shaved off their hair and probably would have tried to harm me had I not been with you.”
Sighing, he frowned.
“I’ve been kidnapped by you, Song, and your aunts and did not file one police report.”
A smirk hit his face.
“Today, I was tested several times by your father with a sharp blade out, then he also kidnapped me to leave the East. I’m sure I’ve reached a record for being kidnapped the most in one month.”
Lei let out a long breath.
“I have had to quickly become this thing called Mountain Mistress which is going to be a complete shit show, because what the fuck is that? But I don’t care. I love you. I want to be with you. . . forever, so. . .I’m figuring it out.”
Lei parted his lips.
“Not to mention that tomorrow I have a full day of pouring tea in some sort of crazy way—”
“Practiced Grace.”
“Yes. Practiced fucking Grace. And I’ll be doing it in front of cameras, hopefully not pouring shit all over the place. And I have to do a speech.” I shrugged. “I don’t want to give a speech and pour tea, but I know that it is important to you, your father, and the East. And because I have absolutely. . .unequivocally. . .fallen head over heels in love with you. . .it’s important to me.”
His eyes watered, but no tears spilled.
“So. . .” Sighing, I picked up my fork. “Yes. You are going to not put your hands on Marcy and you are going to be on your best fucking behavior every time you see him, because I am going to be the best Mountain Mistress to you, so be the best fucking Mountain Master for me.”