Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 40157 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40157 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Chapter Five
Roman
I stayed and listened to them even though I probably shouldn’t have because I sure as fuck didn’t like what I heard. It’s cute that she thinks he’s ever going to approach her again. Fuck, he has another thing coming. I fucking seethed as she smiled at her phone, wondering what the hell was so fucking special without coming off as a jealous boyfriend. I’m neither jealous nor her boyfriend.
A part of me knows I’m only lying to myself, but I can’t fall into that trap. I couldn’t stop myself today, could I? I pressed her onto the cold surface as I teased an orgasm out of both of us, leaving my seed close to her womb. The only thing stopping it from making my baby is her barrier. I wanted to stuff my cum inside of her. It’s insane how territorial she’s made me. Even more of a reason to stay away. I’m losing my mind. Amelia’s making me want more in life than work, and that’s dangerous territory.
In all these years, I never learned to trust women. I lived with one woman for twenty-three years, and she’d pushed me so far away from liking women that I hated to even be around them, which sucks because women make up fifty percent of the population, so I pretty much became a recluse. I did what I could to never hire a woman until the day I walked into that party and reunited with my father. Years wasted, hearts broken, trust destroyed—all for a selfish woman.
Now, Amelia enters my life and she’s not selfish—at least not with her body when it comes to me. She gave me what I needed even though I’d been cruel. I shouldn’t even be allowed near her, but she gave in as if she couldn’t resist the pull either. “Staying away is the best thing for me,” I say as I pull onto the tarmac.
The flight home is a long one, filled with doubt and a pain in my chest that I can’t explain. My head throbs by the time I land in New York where my driver is waiting. The ride to my home only adds to the ache in me. As soon as I exit the car, my driver goes to get my bag, but I don’t need the help; I need to be alone. “Have a goodnight, Johnson.”
“You too, sir.” He nods and climbs back into the car and drives off. I enter my secured lobby and head over to the private entrance to my personal elevator. Many don’t know it’s here intentionally.
I step inside and punch in my code. The door closes, and I’m alone. It’s been several hours since I saw Amelia, and I want to see her again. I shoot a text to the man I hired back in Madison to keep an eye on her until I return.
The sound of the ding drags my attention and I enter my penthouse. It feels cold, lonely, and for the first time, I hate coming home. I have to make do, though. I can do this. I can push her out of my head for the rest of the week. Just as I make that resolution, my hired security calls. “Mr. Edwards, she had lunch with her mother, then she went home with no added movement.”
“Okay. Thank you.”
I go into my bedroom and pass out on the bed. Tomorrow, I’ll feel better. Tomorrow, I won’t be obsessed. It’s only because she makes me horny. She’s forbidden. The lies pile on, but by morning I know that none of it is true because as soon as my eyes close, I see her face.
****
I enter my office first thing in the morning and carry on with my schedule, doing my best to push thoughts of Amelia away. That lasts until lunchtime when my assistant comes in and hands me some documents I’d filled out for the acquisition.
“Are you okay, sir?”
“Yes, why? What’s this about? Did I miss a signature?”
“No, but you left a sticky note on page three.” I flip it open, and there’s where I handwrote Amelia Edwards with a fucking heart. Holy shit. What’s wrong with me?
“Sorry.” I peel it off and toss it in the trash.
“You need a therapist. Whoever she is, she might be the one to make you happy.”
“I should fire you for that.”
“Yeah, well, I could have sent that out as is and you’d look like a lovestruck fool, or maybe Mitchem would find this Amelia and steal her for himself. He is a bit of a womanizer.”
“He can’t have her.” She just stares at me with that I-told-you-so look. “Do you know where I can find a therapist?”
“I’ll get you a number today.”
“Make it your priority.”
“I will. And I can’t wait to meet her.” She smiles before turning and walking out of my office with a pep in her step.