Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 23191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
I park my truck and stare at the two pieces of overturned luggage in my way, wondering how the hell they got there.
My first thought is that they fell out of an airplane, but they wouldn’t be in this good of condition if that happened. They’d be slammed into pancakes and all that’s wrong with them is a little dirt and one missing wheel.
I step out of my truck and head over, wondering if someone is playing a prank on me or something.
Louis Vuitton.
I don’t know too much about designer brands, but even I can tell that these suitcases cost a pretty penny.
I straighten one up, pull down the zipper, and peek in at the clothes inside. They’re women’s clothes. Same with the other bag. Interesting.
But what the hell are they doing here?
I toss them into the back of my pickup truck, look around, and then continue to my house.
No car in the driveway, nothing else out of the ordinary, weird.
But then I walk into the house and hear the shower running…
…and see a pair of women’s shoes that weren’t there when I left this morning. They’re not set nicely beside each other like mine are—one is beside the closet and the other is in the hallway, like she kicked them off and didn’t care where they landed.
I take one and inspect it a little closer. It looks so tiny in my big hand, like some princess wandered into an ogre’s lair in a fairytale and forgot her shoe.
I drop it and move forward with an annoyed grimace on my face.
You move to a quiet part of the country, to a mountain with only one other property on it that’s abandoned, and people still bother you.
Why can’t everyone just leave me the hell alone?
My heart pounds in my chest as I walk down the hall, stepping over the trail of clothing. Socks, pants, a shirt, and… ladies’ underwear.
I bend over, pick up the pair of pink panties with two fingers, look at them, and then drop them back down.
Whoever is in my bathroom is as naked as the day they were born.
I want to know why the hell they picked my place to barge into, but more than anything, I just want them gone.
She starts singing.
“Oh my god,” I whisper as I shake my head and move forward.
I peek into the bathroom and see her in the shower. A pink silhouette hidden by mist and foggy glass. Steam rises above the showerhead and spills over. I swallow hard as I watch the blur of her moving body while listening to her beautiful voice.
I want her out of here.
That’s what I keep telling myself, but my body is frozen as I listen to her captivating melodic singing. I stay until she turns the water off and the daze she has me under breaks.
“What the hell are you doing?” I angrily whisper to myself. “She needs to go.”
I hurry back into the kitchen, stepping over her clothes along the way, and sit down on one of the stools at my giant granite island and wait for her.
She hums as she steps out of my shower like she owns the freaking place.
See, this is why I don’t like people. They’re nothing but trouble. They use you, take what they want, and then dump you to the curb as soon as the day comes when you can no longer give them what they want.
It’s better to be alone. It’s easier. It’s the only way to live.
And as soon as this insolent, disrespectful, arrogant girl is done with my shower, I’m going to kick her out and be in blissful solitude once again.
I cross my arms and glare forward and she walks down the hall, singing some annoying song I’ve never heard before.
My chest tightens and my breath gets lodged somewhere in my throat when I see her step into the kitchen wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around her head like a turban.
She’s naked.
And I can’t… fucking… breathe…
Time slows. Each second stretches to an eternity.
The laws of physics warp around this woman. She’s a universe onto herself.
Her intense striking beauty and raw sexuality grip me in a way I’ve never been gripped before. It squeezes my heart and won’t let go. I’m stunned as I stare at this lovely princess in awe.
I really do feel like an ogre next to her.
My eyes take in as much as they can before she’ll inevitably see me and cover up.
Her face is pure beauty, but that body… pure heaven.
My eyes slide down her slender neck onto her bare chest. Her round naked tits are hanging down with those perky little pink nipples in full mouthwatering view. Waterdrops cling to her flawless skin as I feel my obsession with her taking root deep in my core.
For the first time in my life, I need a woman. I need her like a drowning man needs air.