Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
He thrust into me harder, his dick ramming into my cervix because his excitement couldn’t be contained.
The pain was easy to ignore because I was connected with him—mind, body, and soul—and all I wanted was this moment. I wanted to feel his release, satisfy the eternal longing I felt for him. I’d tried to make my marriage work, but it had been irretrievably broken the moment Theo stepped into the rain and changed my tire. Even if Bolton hadn’t asked for an open marriage, I think it would have ended the same way.
Call me crazy and stupid and insane, but I believed Theo was supposed to be mine.
I’d never cheated in my life. The thought had never crossed my mind. I’d thought I had too much integrity for something so low. Maybe this was hindsight talking, but I think I would have broken every vow to be with Theo. Would have burned my marriage to the ground. Spat on something I thought was holy.
Because he was my person.
I had been hurt when Bolton wanted to fuck other people, but maybe it was the best thing that had ever happened to me. Maybe it was the universe working to give me what I deserved, even if I had to sustain third-degree burns just to have it.
Theo pulled out of me, and I felt his come drain out of me onto the sheets.
He pulled on a pair of boxers and running shorts, like he was about to hit the gym now that he’d had his morning fix. “We’ll have breakfast after I shower.” He headed out of the room, the muscles in his back shifting and moving as they hugged his spine.
I watched him go before I turned over and snuggled with his pillow.
I went right back to sleep.
We sat across from each other in the dining room, the curtains drawn back from the windows as the springtime sunshine flooded the floorboards and the rug around the dining table. His butler had decorated the table with a pot of coffee, cups and saucers, and a small vase of pink roses from the garden.
Theo drank his coffee as he looked at his phone, like he had emails to address like any other businessman. He was still shirtless, as he always was whenever he was in the house, like the muscles of his body acted as his own furnace.
His eyes were down on the phone, so I took the opportunity to stare.
Fuuuuccckkk.
His butler entered with our breakfast, placing an enormous egg white omelet in front of Theo with sauteed vegetables and a side of bacon. I got a much different plate. A little bowl of oatmeal with mixed fruit and shaved almonds, along with a stack of buttermilk pancakes and a side of bacon.
Way more food than I could possibly eat.
Theo set his phone aside and rested one elbow on the table as he grabbed his fork and sliced into the omelet that was still steaming.
I ate my oatmeal as I watched him down his breakfast like a caveman who hadn’t eaten in days.
He seemed to forget I was there in light of his hunger, eating half of his omelet in a couple bites before he looked at me across from him. He grabbed his mug, which looked way too small in his big hand, and took a drink. “You like your breakfast?”
“Not as much as you do,” I teased. “You look like you’re starving.”
“I’m always hungry.”
“I’m always hungry too, but I don’t have a reason to be.” I used to run regularly, but life had been too hectic for that lately. But no amount of cardio could replace the fifty pounds of muscle he had to feed every day.
“Are you going to work today?”
I felt my mind go blank because I’d forgotten that I had my job back. I was still in limbo, still getting used to the fact that I lived with Theo now…until he killed Bolton. Once my ex-husband was out of the picture, would he ask me to move out? Maybe letting him live wouldn’t be the worst thing. “Yeah. I almost forgot. Need to get used to that.”
“You don’t have to work if you don’t want to.”
I’d needed that job when I was with Bolton. I’d needed something that was just mine. But now, that job kept me away from the man I wanted to be with every moment of the day. It was too soon to be so clingy, especially when he’d said he would try and probably still walk away in the end. I needed to play this smart, treat it as a marathon and not a sprint. Being all over Theo all the time was a guaranteed way to chase him off. “No, I like my job.”
He reached into his pocket and placed a phone on the table between us. “Here’s your new phone. My contact info is in there, along with Octavio, Axel, and Scarlett.”