Total pages in book: 230
Estimated words: 217798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1089(@200wpm)___ 871(@250wpm)___ 726(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 217798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1089(@200wpm)___ 871(@250wpm)___ 726(@300wpm)
It was after Tasha that he’d taken to finding his gentle “flowers.” Even the thought of how he’d called them that made him think of what Day would say. Likely she would roll her eyes and walk away, shaking her head and calling him a douchebag. She called him on his douchebaggery at every turn and yes, he liked that, too.
Day was take-charge, but without the hard aggression. Day made decisions based on what was best for the people who depended on her.
Day was the kind of woman he could depend on.
He wanted to see her. Why did Chapal get to see her first? Chapal couldn’t even appreciate her curves. Chapal didn’t want to let his hands skim her hips while he kissed her gently. He would have to be gentle with her. Like his cousin had said, she probably didn’t have a lot of experience. He would have to treat her with the respect she deserved, but in a way that let her know he could take care of her. Herd her gently toward their bed. Once she was there, he would keep convincing her to stay there.
He found himself looking forward to the chase. He never chased any woman. They came after him. He winked their way and they fell into his arms.
And he wasn’t so unaware that this behavior was far more about the type of woman he spent time with and how interested each of them was in his money and his fame. It was rarely about him.
Somehow he thought Day was different. Perhaps he was being foolish, but he couldn’t help himself. Dayita was going to be his bride. His. No one else’s. Dayita was going to be at his side when he needed her. She was the type of woman who would take an interest in his job, beyond smiling for the press and spending money on shoes.
He tried to peek through the palms but all he could see was Chapal’s backside.
“I like your bride,” Weston said. “So does my wife. She thinks Dayita is perfect for you.”
He wasn’t sure about perfect. He didn’t believe in perfection. Even in his happiest moments there was always a sense that something was missing, but that wouldn’t be her fault. It was because he was a fraud. Because he wasn’t Shray. “I think we’ve got a good beginning. Now I have to convince her to actually give this thing a try.”
“I thought she was doing that.”
He sent the Brit a grin. “I’m talking about sex. I don’t want a sexless marriage.”
“Somehow I think you’ll find a way, Your Majesty. But you should talk about it with her,” Weston said.
He pulled back a frond and there she was. Dayita was dressed in all white, no shoes on her feet, and her glorious hair wild and free. He felt the tug of arousal in his groin. Yes, there was the unruly beast he’d known when he was younger. His cock didn’t need any foreplay when it came to this one. All he needed to do was look at her. “I would rather show her how I feel.”
A shadow fell over him and Rai was suddenly standing in the small clearing Kash would soon ride out of. “I hope you’ve taken all the tests, Your Majesty. Otherwise our fair queen-to-be might not last long.”
“Excuse me?” Weston’s whole body had tensed.
Kash put a hand up. He knew damn well what Rai was talking about and why they’d had the fight that had ended their friendship. “Don’t, Mr. Weston. Rai has a long lead when it comes to me. He’s more friend than bodyguard.” He turned to the man who’d been at his side most of his life. Right up until the moment he’d realized Kash had slept with his wife. Oh, they hadn’t been married at the time, hadn’t even been dating, but Rai had taken deep offense. “And yes, I’ve had blood work done, but you know I’m careful.”
“Careful? You’re the single most reckless ass I’ve ever met.” Rai turned his back. “It’s almost time to move, you piece-of-shit player.”
“You can’t allow him to talk to you like that,” Weston said.
Kash waved him off. “He’s only doing it because we’re alone and he knows you and I are friends.” There was something he needed to know, something that had his gut in knots when he thought about it. “I need to know that you’re not taking this out on Lia.”
Rai turned, his face red. “Don’t you mention her name, and no. She’s innocent. You’re the vile animal who seduced her. I would never harm my wife. She’s been through enough.”
She’d been excellent at fellatio. Not that being good at fellatio was a bad thing. It was a serious plus in Kash’s mind, but apparently Rai needed a bloody virgin as his bride. Years before, Lia had come to Kash. He’d been having one of his blow-out parties. She’d wanted to spend time on the boat, and Kash had suspected she wanted a way out of her parents’ house. He’d spent a single evening with the girl years before.