Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 84219 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84219 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
“I didn’t give you permission to speak,” I growl before slamming the cane into the raw wound on his side.
I’m rewarded with an excruciating howl, and as I keep swinging the cane, the howls turn to whimpers.
He tried to kill the woman I love.
My rage spirals out of control, and I slam the cane against the side of his head.
Swinging around, my breaths rush over my lips as I toss the cane on the floor and order, “Leave him alone in this room. No food. No water.”
Stalking away from the fucker who will soon pray for death, I head back to the main house, where I pour myself a tumbler of whiskey. I down the burning liquid, then focus on getting my breathing under control.
“You okay, boss?” Milo asks from where he’s still sitting on the couch.
I nod my head. “I’m fine.”
I hear Milo get up. “Is he dead?”
Turning to face him, I answer, “No. I’m not done with him yet.”
Chapter 38
Samantha
Even though I’m exhausted, I can’t fall asleep.
Lying on Franco’s bed, I hug one of his pillows to my chest while I think about my life and everything that’s happened.
What will the other employees at work think when they hear I’m dating the CEO?
Probably that I slept my way to the top.
Do I care?
No. Not really.
I have to call Mom and tell her about Franco. She’s going to be over the moon.
Is Todd really gone?
How do I feel about that?
Pondering the question, I snuggle into the pillow and take a deep breath of Franco’s scent.
I hate that things turned out the way they did. If only Todd had accepted our break up.
Franco is right, though. Todd doesn’t deserve to live after everything he’s done to me. He’s a monster, and God only knows how many women he’s already hurt.
Has Franco killed him already?
I wait for the tsunami of emotions to hit, but there’s only relief at the thought that Todd won’t be able to hurt me again.
I bring my hand to my neck and wrap my fingers around the sore skin.
Todd can’t kill me.
I can finally go to Houston, so I can clear out my house and sell it.
Lying in the dark, I find closure to the nightmare that’s haunted me for over a year.
As the tears of relief come, I bury my face in the pillow and mourn the loss of everything that was stolen from me.
I hear the bedroom door open and try to rein in the tears as I see Franco come in. He walks to the bathroom, and I hear water run, then there’s the rustling of clothes.
Coming back into the room, wearing only his boxers, he climbs on the bed.
He tugs the pillow away from me before lying down and pushing his arm beneath my head. Gathering me against his chest, I hear him take a deep breath.
It feels like his body engulfs mine, and an overwhelming sense of safety surrounds me.
With his mouth near my ear, he whispers, “How are you holding up?”
I wrap my arm around his waist and snuggle as close to him as I can. “Surprisingly good.”
He places his hand behind my head, and I’ve never felt more treasured.
“Then why the tears?”
“It’s from the relief of finally having closure,” I explain.
Franco presses a kiss to my hair. I tilt my head back, and looking at him, I notice he seems more relaxed than before he left the room to take care of business.
His eyes drift over my face, and the corner of his mouth lifts, making him look way too hot.
“Don’t ever smile like that at work,” I mutter.
He gives me a confused look. “Why?”
“Every woman at the office is already crushing on you. Seeing you smirk like that will probably start a riot.”
He lets out a chuckle, and leaning closer, he kisses me before teasing, “Just admit you’re jealous.”
I give him a disgruntled look. “No, you’re arrogant enough.”
He rolls onto his back, a burst of laughter shaking his body.
I crawl over him and straddle his pelvis. I place my hands on his chest, and leaning over him, I say, “I’m not jealous.”
I’ve never seen Franco so relaxed and happy. It’s like I’m finally seeing the man beneath the suit.
“You’re jealous. There’s no shame in admitting it,” he continues to tease me.
I shift my butt over his cock, and his expression turns from playful to predatory in a split second.
I rub myself over him again, and watching desire darken his eyes, makes me feel sensual and beautiful.
Lifting his hands, he grips hold of my hips before he moves up the bed so he can lean back against the headboard.
“I love seeing you in my shirt,” he murmurs as he cups my breast through the fabric. “It looks sexy on you.”
My voice is seductive. “Yeah?” I undo a few buttons. “How about now?”