Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 105803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
“He could lose his position in the club if he doesn’t uphold tradition.”
“Why not marry someone who wants to be the president’s wife? He’s a hot guy for a kidnapper. Surely there are women who would be happy to marry him.”
“Oh, there would be. Lots of club girls would kill for the opportunity. Not to mention the outsider women who hang around wanting to get close to a Knight.”
“Then why me?”
“He wants a marriage of convenience. Not one that involves feelings. Marrying a club girl or an outsider would only confuse the situation.”
Mya seems to know a lot about him.
“You two are close?”
“He is my prez, but he is also my friend.”
“Do you and he…” I don’t know how to ask but thankfully Mya understands.
“Never. He doesn’t indulge in the club girls. Or anyone, for that matter.”
“Since when?” I ask, trying to learn more about the man I’m meant to marry.
“Since as long as I can remember. And I’ve been here for almost five years.”
“And you’ve never seen him with a woman?”
“Never.”
“Maybe he has a girlfriend in town?”
“There’s been rumors lately because he’s been disappearing every night for a few hours. Whispers suggest he has someone in town. But I don’t know if he has or not. I doubt it.”
“Why?”
“He has a complicated past that stops him.”
I spoon in another mouthful of waffles. “Then where has he been disappearing to every night if he isn’t visiting with a girlfriend?”
She shrugs. “He hasn’t said. If I didn’t know about his past then I’d think he’d met someone, because every night he rides off on his Harley and doesn’t return for a couple of hours. But it’s very unlikely.”
I pick a strawberry off the plate and bite into it. “Go on.”
“It’s not my story to tell. I’ll let him tell you when he’s ready.”
Fair enough. Although I am intrigued as to what a complicated past means.
“And he’s never been with a single woman since you’ve been here?”
I don’t know why I’m interested. But here I am, asking away like I haven’t been taken against my will.
She shakes her head. “No.”
I can’t hide my surprise. Surely, a virile man like him would have needs. “I mean how long can that last?”
“I visited him last night,” she says. “I offered to take care of him.”
I pause mid chew. “You did?”
“I adore Beast and so I always make myself available to assist with certain needs.” She shrugs. “If I can help make him feel better, then I will.”
“You like him.”
“Not like that. Beast isn’t for me in that way. But he’s a friend.”
“But not a friend with benefits?” I don’t know why I want her to confirm it again.
“No. He doesn’t want that from me.” She doesn’t say it with any remorse or disappointment. Just fact.
And it makes me wonder.
“Is there someone else you are interested in?” I ask her, returning my attention to the waffles.
“No one special. I like the freedom of being a club girl and not an old lady.”
“Old lady?”
“A wife.”
“You’re not interested in marriage then?”
Her eyes widen. “Oh God no.”
Same, girl. Same.
Mya leans in. “Beast trusts me. That’s why I’m helping him with you. I’m the only one who knows this marriage isn’t real. If anyone else catches on, then Beast’s position as president could be challenged.”
The sudden realization that this isn’t some prank and I might actually have to marry Beast overwhelms me, and I put down my fork. “I don’t want to marry him.”
“But you have to.”
I look at the sweet girl with the short blonde pixie cut and dimples and have to remind myself that we’re not friends. That she’s helping my kidnapper keep me prisoner.
“So it would be pointless asking you to help me escape,” I say.
“You know I can’t do that.”
“No, I don’t suppose you could.” I push my plate away suddenly feeling nauseated.
This is really happening.
The giant is going to force me to marry him.
And then what?
Play house?
Be his trophy wife during the day and his lover at night?
A shiver rolls through me and I look toward the window. Not touching a woman for years will have built up his sexual appetite, and what will that mean for me as his wife?
Images of a naked Beast claiming me on his bed sends an unexpected wave of heat through me. A man of his size would be dominant and powerful in bed, and I’ve seen the size of his motorcycle boots so I don’t doubt everything else about him is big, even the parts we can’t see.
Another wave of heat hits me deep in my core and reminds me that it’s been a long time since I’ve been touched.
I rake my hands down my face, as if I can scrape the unwanted images of a naked Beast between my legs off my mind.
I’m being held against my will by the giant biker, and I should be focusing on that. Not wishing my vibrator wasn’t still in a drawer back at the house on Le Prince Street.