Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34690 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34690 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
What the fuck?
“Can I help you sir?” an older woman with a pound of makeup on asks me.
“No.” I dismiss her and keep walking, searching for Kennedy. I pause when my eyes lock on the hallway where the bathrooms are.
“You have to be eating here to use the bathroom.” I pull out my wallet and drop some bills on the closest table. “Well then. Use whatever you’d like.”
I step into the hallway. The seconds seem to tick by as though they were hours. Getting impatient, I put my hand on the door ready to go in but it swings open before I can to reveal Kennedy. She lets out a small gasp, her hand flying to her chest.
“You scared me.” She tilts her head down in her normal shy manner, letting her hair fall forward to block some of her face. “This is the ladies’ room.” She lifts her head again. Her dark blue eyes lock with mine. There is no sign of her recognizing me in them. “I kind of can’t get out with you standing here.” Her pink tongue darts out, wetting her bottom lip. “Are you okay, sir?”
“I’m so fucking far from being okay, Kennedy.” I grab her. She lets out another gasp as I push my way into the bathroom, kicking the door closed behind me.
“What—What are you doing?” I put her back on her feet before turning and flipping the lock to the bathroom door. I close in on her as she retreats backwards until she meets the wall. “What’s happening here?” Again her tongue slips out across her bottom lip.
I’m the one who should be asking what the fuck is going on here. She stares up at me with no recognition, but she doesn't seem scared either. She’s not fighting me or calling for help.
“What’s happening is I’ve come to get my fiancée back. I warned you, Kennedy. Told you if you let me have you I’d never let you go.” I trail my finger along her jaw. She’s always so damn soft. “You agreed. You told me that you loved me and then spread those thighs and gave yourself to me in every fucking way.” Another small gasp comes from her.
My cock grows painfully hard thinking about that night. I finally thought I had it all. Then someone took everything away from me.
I watch as her cheeks bloom with a blush. I know that her cheeks aren’t the only thing that blushes; all of her does. She’s always hated it. I’ve always loved it. I grip her chin gently so as not to scare her any more than I probably have. Those gorgeous blue eyes of hers meet mine. I want her eyes always on me.
“I don’t know what’s happening,” she breathes out. The smell of cherries and vanilla fill my lungs.
“It doesn't matter. All you need to know is you're mine,” I say before I claim her mouth with mine.
5
Winnie
I tell myself to push him away, but my fingers only dig into the man’s shirt as his mouth takes over mine in a deep, hard kiss. My lips move against his as though they’ve done it a million times. “Open for me.” He orders. Without thinking, my body responds. I part my lips letting the handsome man inside of me.
A loud groan comes from deep inside of him. The sound has my whole body lighting up. His crude words had done the same. I should have smacked him but instead I’m standing here, letting him take what he wants.
“Fuck I missed you,” he says between kisses. My eyes fall closed, enjoying being close to someone. My mind lets go for a moment in time. His hands start to roam my body over my dress, gripping my hips in a possessive hold.
Suddenly he jerks back. My loud breathing fills the room as I try to catch my breath. My head is still spinning that I just let this strange man push me back into the bathroom and kiss me. What the heck is wrong with me?
“Kennedy.” The one word comes out like a deep growl, making my heart flutter with unexpected excitement. It’s weird but I think I recognize his voice. It’s the same one that plays in my head on a loop. I don't know when, but I’ve definitely heard this man speak my name at some point in my past.
His eyes drop to my stomach. It’s then I realize his hand is pressed right up against my small baby bump.
“Winnie! Are you okay in there?” Jill shouts from the other side of the door, trying to open the handle. We both ignore it.
I sink my teeth into my bottom lip. This man clearly knows me. On some level I must recognize him with all that I’ve let him do to me without question. Could be that strong dominance I feel at night in my dreams? The idea is crazy, but all of this is. Yet, I know there is something here. Unless I’ve just gone full-on crazy at this point.