Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 91434 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91434 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
“What are you going to do?” I ask, and he looks at me.
“There is nothing for me to do. I lost everything because of them. I would never have been behind that. He stole it and passed it off as his own design, doubling it. I don’t think he gave much thought about the foundation, thinking it would be fine.”
“Wouldn’t he know?” I ask the loaded question.
“Yes, but he probably didn’t give a shit, thinking that nothing would happen.” He shakes his head.
“Were you going to tell me?” I ask the loaded question, and he stares me in the eye.
“Tonight at dinner,” he states. “No word of a lie. I was going to tell you tonight at dinner.”
“Is there anything else I need to know?” I ask, waiting.
“There are a couple of things,” he admits, and my mouth gets dry.
“Saige wants to see me once a week when she isn’t with me.”
“Okay.” I'm not sure why that is something I need to know.
“Karla isn’t keen on it.”
“What?” I ask, shocked. “Why not?”
“No fucking idea. Besides the fact that she fucking hates me. I’m going to talk to her one more time, and if that doesn’t help, I’m going back to my lawyer.”
“Don’t you think that would just upset her more?”
“I don’t know. I also don’t care. I’m a good dad, a great fucking dad, and I love my kid. She can hate me all she wants. She needs to put her feelings for me aside and focus on Saige.” I watch him run his hands through his hair. “That’s it. That’s all of it.” I nod at him as he inhales deeply. “Do you have any questions?”
I try to hide my smile but I can’t. “Are we going to make out before or after dinner?”
Chapter Twenty-Six
BROCK
I stand in front of her, giving her all of it. Not keeping one thing from her because I did that once, and I’m never, ever doing that again. Knowing it might be too much, knowing she already left me once without looking back. Knowing this time it might actually kill me. Each second feels like a lifetime. She looks down at her hands, and she tries to hide her smile, but she can’t. “Are we going to make out before or after dinner?”
The minute she says the words, I’m halfway to her. “The question is, couch or bed?” I don’t wait for her to answer. Instead, one hand wraps around her waist, pulling her to me, the other hand goes to the side of her head, tilting it before my mouth slams down on hers. We both let go of a moan, both moans swallowed by each other’s mouth. Our tongues go around and around. “Decide?” I urge her, walking her back toward the couch or the bedroom.
“Bedroom,” she finally replies. I pick her up, and her legs wrap around my waist, her mouth going back to mine as I make my way to my bedroom.
She kisses me as soon as I walk into the bedroom. “Not to be a total Debbie Downer,” she says, “but”—she looks at me and then the bed—“just so we’re safe.”
“I haven’t had sex with anyone but you for the last six months,” I begin to tell her and I see the relief wash over her face, “and I never brought them here. You’re the only woman I have had in that bed.” I motion to the bed, leaving out she’s the only one I want in the bed. One thing at a time.
She slides her legs off my hips, planting them right on the floor. “Same,” she says, and I don’t want to think of her with someone else. Her hands go to my shirt, lifting it up over my head, before she gets on her tippy-toes and kisses me again. My hand goes to the hem of her shirt and lifts it up over her head. My hands come up to cup her tits in the lace bra that leaves nothing to the imagination. Her nipples pebble and tighten, waiting to be sucked. My hands push down the cups viciously, before I take one in my mouth. I roll the other nipple with my forefinger and thumb before pinching it. “Brock,” she moans my name, her hand running into my hair as my head moves from one nipple to the next. “You know what this does to me,” she says, and I do know. I know every single thing about her. I know when I suck her nipples, she needs me to rub her clit at the same time, but I’ve made her come a handful of times just by sucking her nipples. “I want you naked,” she states, pushing down my shorts and gasping when my cock springs free. “Hmm.” She licks her lips and I shake my head.