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)
I never knew that someone else’s happiness could mean so much. I felt like I was only now beginning to get a real glimpse at all the different aspects of love. Like what I felt for her before paled in comparison. “What’s wrong?”
“Hmm?” I didn’t realize that I was just laying there staring at her, lost in thought.
“Nothing’s wrong, I’m just thinking how lucky I am to finally have you with me. By the way, a reporter’s going to meet us in Greece in the next couple of days to do an exposé…” I’d barely got the words out before she lost all the color in her face again.
“Hey, it’s going to be okay. Do you trust me?” She damn near curled into herself and I did my best not to lose my cool. Not with her, but the situation. It seems no matter what I say she still has that fear deep inside. I guess I can understand, but it doesn’t mean I have to like it.
“What if someone finds out what I’ve done?” She actually trembled.
“I don’t see how that’s gonna happen, but if it does I have many ways of turning it around. You were the victim baby, as long as you can remember that it’d go a long way to alleviating your guilt and fear.”
“But he died, I don’t think I really expected him to. I don’t know what I expected when I put the bullet in the gun. I was just mad and afraid when I did it, but…”
“Look at it this way, it could’ve been you. Or you could’ve not done anything and spent the rest of your life living with a man who terrorized you on an almost daily basis. Don’t you think you deserve better than that?”
She lifted her head from my shoulder where I’d put it. “I never thought of it like that. I guess I’m just a little confused and trying to come to grips with the fact that I killed someone.”
“You didn’t, he did that shit to himself. What right did he have to put a gun to your head? To make you live in fear?” Fucking psychological terrorist.
“Like I said before, blame it on me. I knew that entitled fuck was a monster and still I left you there. It’s my fault that you had to go to those lengths. You can spend the next sixty years making me make up for it. Besides, you have more pressing matters to worry about.”
“Like what?” She crinkled her brow.
“Like the fact that I’m about to call my parents and tell them we’re married. Mom is nosy as hell, I can’t imagine her not showing up at the apartment as soon as we land back in the U.S.”
My ruse to take her mind off the asshole worked. Now she was panicking about meeting her new in laws. She jumped out of bed like they were at the damn door. “Gavin, oh my word, what…” She had a million ‘what ifs’.
What if they don’t like her, what if they think she’s a gold digger? What if they find fault with us getting married so soon after her husband died?
“They’re not stupid and they know their son well enough to know that he wouldn’t fall into anyone’s trap. Just relax and be yourself.”
She nodded her head yes but she was back to biting into her lip again until I tackled her down and put her mind on something else. Namely me being inside her.
I screwed the pooch on the parents waiting to meet us back home. Somehow I’d forgotten the nosy ass duo and the fact that they had a relationship with mom and dad. Or the fact that Kev’s bitch ass always gets duped by mom, into telling her shit I might not want her to know.
So I was only minutely surprised when we showed up to my villa on the Greek island to find them waiting for us there. “Mom?” I glared at Kevin who pretended an interest in his surroundings. Dad stood back with a doting smile on his face while mom ignored me and made a beeline for my wife.
“Hi, you must be Giselle, what a beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” She took her hand and walked away after giving me a look that said we’ll talk later.
“Son!” I couldn’t read dad’s tone but his attitude usually depends on mom. If she’s happy then all’s well, if not. Fuck!
“Dad, what are you two doing here?” And when the fuck am I gonna stop feeling like a sixteen year old who got caught sneaking in after curfew? He just raised his brow at my question and chewed on the unlit cigar between his teeth. One of his more peculiar habits. I’ve never seen one lit and with good reason. Mom would have his ass if he ever dared.