Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 129687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 519(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 519(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
For one moment, Willem was unable to move as well, his mind reeling at the sheer intensity of the kiss.
But then Serenity whimpered again, and he was no longer able to control himself.
His fingers tightened its grip on her head as he thrust his tongue in and out of her sweet, warm mouth. His other hand moved down, stroking her back until he reached one plump cheek. Squeezing her bottom hard, Willem used it to push her closer to him—-
His erect and throbbing cock came into contact with her soft pussy.
Serenity moaned against his lips, and he kissed her harder even as he started grinding his cock against her sex. He knew he should stop, but he couldn’t. He knew he was making it worse, but he no longer cared.
All that mattered was to make the kiss last forever—-
Someone knocked on the door.
“Mrs. Raleigh is on her way back, meneer.”
Serenity’s senses swam as the billionaire slowly lifted his mouth from hers, could only stare and follow him like a limp doll as he guided her back to her seat and took his place next to hers on the table.
“Tomorrow,” he said tersely under his breath. “I want you in my office at eight in the morning.”
Chapter Four
MONDAY: Where are you?
Tuesday: Answer your phone.
Wednesday: Name any date, time, and place. We need to talk.
A scowl marred Willem’s forehead as he scrolled up to read his previous messages to Serenity for the past three days. Even now, it galled him how difficult it had been to limit himself to a single call and message for each day.
Dropping his phone back on his desk, Willem picked up his spoon and began to enjoy his soup. Or at least he tried to, but lately, everything tasted bland to his tongue. He surveyed his dining hall, a vast space decorated in rich luxury that spoke of the family’s old and respected history as one of Europe’s most powerful clans.
Whoever he married would have to be comfortable with this kind of setting, Willem thought. He tried to imagine Shane seated next to him on the twenty-foot table, glamorous and worldly, her conversation certain to be as sophisticated as the guests’, and it felt like the right and dutiful thing to do.
But then an unbidden image of Serenity came to his mind, of her soft, peaceful beauty and her quiet ways. She would never seek to dazzle like her half-sister did. Instead, she would just be herself, and that, too, felt right. But more than that, thinking about Serenity next to him made Willem...
He pushed his chair back and stood up, leaving the rest of his plate untouched. He walked away, intent on driving all thoughts out with more work. But even with the skies changing colors outside the windows of his private library, the word that he had tried to escape remained in his mind.
Happy.
It was what Serenity made him feel, and he hated himself and her for it.
Taking his phone out, he placed a call to Shane, knowing there was only one way to end this insanity.
WILLOW: Are you okay?
Serenity: Yes, Mrs. M. I am okay.
Willow: Now I know why Willem hates it when you call him Mr. De Konigh. You have this knack of making a person feel like they’re sixty.
Serenity scowled at her friend’s reply. She had explicitly warned her newly married friend not to mention the Dutch billionaire’s name.
Serenity: That is below the belt, and especially for someone who should be a respectable figure of society, considering your marriage to Stavros Manolis.
Willow: Wow. You could have just said you’re still heartbroken.
Her fingers froze over the screen at Willow’s reply, and Serenity wondered gloomily why her only friend had to be someone as tactless as the former Willow Somerset, now Mrs. Manolis since she married one of the most powerful Greek billionaires in the world.
But rude or not, Willow was right.
It had been six days since the last time she had seen the Dutch billionaire. Six long days, made more dreadful by the way she couldn’t stop herself from waiting for his text or call, which came at the most unpredictable times.
Monday, he had only sent her a text at nine in the morning, when it had become obvious she wasn’t bowing to his orders. Tuesday, he had called and sent her a message just as she was getting to bed and had given up on hearing from him again. Wednesday, she woke up to his message. Thursday, he had left her a voice call while she was in the shower – a fifteen-second message that she had listened to about fifty times now.
But last night, there had been no message, no voice call, no anything.
It left her torn between confusion and relief, love and despair.
Serenity: I’m okay.
If she said it enough times, maybe it would come true.