Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 109976 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 550(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109976 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 550(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
There’s no law that says she has to go to the funeral is there? But I think I know her well enough to know she’d not want that. She’d want to see things through to the end, which means I have to let her go to the funeral against my better judgment.
I have to put my own selfish needs aside and give her what she wants this time, but I promised myself that this will be the last time she has any dealings with that family or anything to do with her ex.
I never knew until now that I could be this jealous over anyone. There’s never been anything in my life that I couldn’t have, until her, and now that our only obstacle was gone, I didn’t see the need to carry on the bullshit façade.
I didn’t want her name being dragged through the muck and mire of feeble-minded people though. Asshole fuckwits who don’t know their head from their ass and would sell their own mother for a story. So I’m gonna have to come up with a plan soon.
I know if I rush things no one would believe we’d only just started seeing each other. And though it’s not a problem for me, I know her ass would worry herself to death over some shit like that. I can’t have that. So, the most sensible thing to do would be to take her away from here for a while.
I can move my schedule around once this new deal is done and take her to one of my other homes out of state or even somewhere out of the country. Some place where she can relax and heal. The more I think of it the better that sounds.
I made plans while she slept, feeling better with each minute that passed once things started taking shape in my head. I’d been thinking too much I realized when all I really needed to think about was her, and doing what’s best for her.
Nothing else really matters at this point, not whatever it is that’s worrying her, not the prying eyes that were bound to follow us as soon as our relationship became public. And certainly not her dead fuck of a husband may his memory sink into oblivion as soon as his ass hits the dirt.
I have enough money and power to shield her from whatever may come our way, and there’s no question that from now on I’ll be the one standing in front of her to take the hits. But I know me. One negative whisper about her and I’m bound to fuck some shit up.
I closed my eyes and drifted off not long after with her warm weight on my chest and her body pressed up against mine. I wonder if she feels half of what I do? If she’d ever imagined us like this the way I have so many times before?
I pulled her in closer until I felt that new familiar sensation of her hair tickling my nose and let myself relax for the first time in hours. As long as I have her, everything else is superfluous. The senator can get fucked!
She stirred some time later and stiffened up in my arms before pretending that she was still asleep. “Open your eyes, it’s almost time for lunch.” She did that stretching shit again, this time rubbing her whole body against mine and lunch was soon forgotten.
I rolled with her in my arms putting her under me and covered her lips with mine before she could object if she was so inclined. My heart shifted in my chest and beat out of time when she wrapped her arms around me, accepting me without question, inviting me in.
I whispered softly to her as I pulled my shirt off over her head and got rid of my own clothes. It was the middle of the day with the sun beating down on us through the large windows in my high rise, but I didn’t care as I slipped beneath the sheet she had thrown over her and spread her legs open for my mouth to taste.
As soon as my tongue touched her wet heat my cock wanted in. I ignored my own raging need and took care of her, eating her out to completion until her juices burst onto my tongue.
GISELLE
If he keeps this up it’s going to be hard for me to do what I know I must. Already I’m dreading the time we’ll be apart again, but each time he holds me in his arms I feel a little bit more of my resolve shatter.
The fact that I never want to leave him doesn’t help, but love won’t let me stay close to him, not when I know that it can only hurt him in the end.