Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 51159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
Now I can’t help but feel there’s something more at play here. I mean what are the odds that I’d come back home after years of swearing I never would, and running into the most perfect woman I’d ever laid eyes on? And her turning out to be the granddaughter of my grandma’s best friend.
That shit only happens in the movies. The reason I’ve always been able to keep my heart out of the game is because no one woman of my acquaintance has ever had it all.
Some had the body and not the face, or vice versa. None had the inner workings that’s for sure. Belle has not only the beauty of face and body, but that extra something that pulls at me even though I can’t see it with the naked eye and have no fucking idea what ‘it’ is.
“Are you always this quiet?” I sound like an ass but I had no game. She’d sucked it all out of me. None of my usual lines seemed appropriate and I found myself not wanting to treat her the way I’d done anyone else before.
“What would you like me to say? This is all rather sudden and very new. Since you know about my divorce I guess you know that I met my husband in college. He was the only man I ever dated…” She swallowed hard and I hated that she still felt anything for this unknown man, even if it was hate.
I was all in my feelings and shit, forgetting the fact that I’d had more partners than I could even remember. That shit didn’t matter apparently. Far as I can tell, this falling in love shit dries up all your damn brain cells.
I’m jealous of a man I don’t know, mad at her for having a life before me, all while trying to figure out just what the fuck was going on inside my head. I’m not one to share, but I’ve never been jealous of a damn thing in my life.
“Tell me about him.” I still held her hand in mine so I felt her tension come back.
“I don’t feel like talking about him right now.” She looked down at the ground, kicking at the weeds that grew there near the water’s edge.
“Talk!” I didn’t look at her when she finally lifted her head and I felt her eyes on my face. She didn’t answer me fast enough so I squeezed her hand gently to get her going.
“I said…”
“I heard what you said.” I looked at her now because sometimes my facial expressions can say more than words. This time was no different. Her sassy ass huffed before she turned back to the water but she gave me what I wanted.
“What do you want to know? We met in college, fell in love, at least I thought we did. Then two years after we got married I found out he was sleeping with my best friend.”
Mother-fuck… “Was that the first time?” Her hand went weak in mine before she got herself together. “No!” Her answer was low and heartfelt and if I knew where the bastard was I’d go kick his ass up one side and down the other.
“I’m sorry that happened to you. I’m sorry that the man who got there before me didn’t have the good sense to see you for the treasure that you are; forgive me. But I know that you’re smart enough to know that not all men are alike.”
She stared at me as though trying to see into my head. Past the smooth words to the truth beneath. I could’ve told her that it was all new to me too. That the shit was almost involuntary at this point.
But I’m guessing that after getting burnt, she’s now more into show than tell. “Come on, I’m taking you out for a late lunch or an early dinner whichever one you choose.” I tugged on her hand and headed back to the house.
On the way back, with her hand still held firmly in mine, I asked her questions about herself to get her talking so she could maybe remember that she was a whole person without the asshole.
There’s nothing more frustrating than watching a beautiful woman waste herself on some asshole that doesn’t deserve the time of day. Besides, the more I kept her talking and getting her to open up, the easier it will be for me to gauge the situation.
I needed to know where her head was before I could decide on my next move. If she needed me to listen, to be an ear for her to bend, I have no problem with that. Just as long as she knows where I stand.
If it takes me longer than two days to get inside her pussy that would be a record for me. I’m usually in there within the first twenty-four. And though I got the sense that she might need more time, there’s no guarantee that I was gonna give it to her.