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)
The words were apparently a turn-on for her Dutch billionaire, and with a beautiful, sweet smile, he had told her solemnly it was too soon to tell.
And so it started all over again.
He took her on the wall next. After, he took her while he was on his feet and she had only his arms to rely on for support while she bounced up and down on his cock. He took her on the floor, in the shower, on the desk.
When dawn finally came, Serenity had to look at her billionaire and plead, “I don’t think I can take it anymore.”
Willem chuckled. “All right, engel. We’ll start again tomorrow.”
She whimpered and shuddered at his words.
Pulling the covers over them, he drew her close and kissed her forehead.
It was almost, almost perfect.
Until she turned to face him, and with her guard down, she smiled sleepily at him with all her love shining brightly in her eyes.
Willem’s blood ran cold.
Serenity’s lids drifted close, and she fell into an exhausted, dreamy sleep, completely unaware that she had gotten it all wrong.
Giving herself to him had not made the billionaire realize he loved her.
Instead, it was the opposite.
The billionaire finally realized she was indeed in love with him.
SERENITY WOKE UP ALONE and disoriented.
For a moment, she could not understand why she was naked and why she felt bruised all over. But then the memories flooded back, and she blushed as she remembered why. And how. And, most of all, how many times.
Getting up from her bed, she almost fell face first, pain shooting up her injured leg. She quickly balanced herself with a hand against the wall, realizing ruefully that last night was, as far as her body was concerned, equivalent to a day of rigorous ballet training,
Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to walk, knowing from experience that the pain would only fade with gradual movements. Taking her phone from the bedside table, she checked it for any calls and messages but found none from Willem.
Even though it was silly, she checked her shower, but of course the Dutch billionaire wasn’t there either.
Stepping out of her room to get better signal in the hallway, Serenity pressed a button to speed-dial Willem’s number. His phone rang endlessly, but the billionaire didn’t pick up.
Something stirred uneasily inside her, but Serenity deliberately pushed it away.
No.
She had to stop constantly turning herself into a victim. She was not what her father had made her believe. She was Serenity Raleigh, and she was...she was someone who loved Willem, and she was the one Willem loved.
When her call remained unanswered, she decided to leave a message, murmuring awkwardly, “I’d appreciate a call, Mr. de Konigh.” In broad daylight, Serenity realized that she couldn’t quite bring herself to call him by his name.
She was about to head back to her room when she heard the door of her sister’s room click. She blinked in surprise, knowing that Shane wasn’t exactly a morning person.
The door opened, but it was not Shane who came out.
Serenity whitened.
Willem.
He nodded at her. “Ms. Raleigh.”
And then he was walking past her and heading down the stairs.
For a moment, she could only stand there, wondering if she was dreaming.
She had to be dreaming.
She had to.
But she could still hear his footsteps, and she knew – she just knew she couldn’t let him go just like that.
“Wait!” The word came out a sob, and it pained her – it killed her to hear her voice break just like that.
But he was still leaving.
She rushed towards the stairs, ignoring the way the pain shot up her leg.
“Wait!”
But the billionaire didn’t even seem to hear her.
She stumbled down the stairs, her face white with pain, and she choked out, “Please, wait.” She was no longer thinking, no longer feeling. She was purely moving by instinct, and all her instincts were telling her that she just...she just needed to know why.
He had unlocked the door now, and she tried running towards the billionaire to stop him from leaving. “Wait!” She had almost grabbed the back of his jacket when her leg completely gave out and she found herself falling.
Serenity cried out.
Willem stilled.
She crumbled to the floor, her knees falling hard against the cement, but she didn’t tear her gaze away from the billionaire.
“Please,” she said hoarsely. “Please just tell me...”
Slowly, Willem turned to look at her.
Her face turned ashen at what was seeing – at what she wasn’t seeing.
It was like looking at a man she loved and seeing him look at her like she was a stranger.
“I don’t understand,” she whispered brokenly. “I thought you loved—-” Her voice cracked, and she couldn’t finish what she wanted to say when she saw the icy look of hauteur in the billionaire’s face.
“That’s the problem, Ms. Raleigh,” he said ever so politely. “You thought I loved you.”