Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
"Oh God, Alina. Fuck!"
My orgasm rushes through me, and I bury my cock deep, filling her with jet after jet of hot come.
We're both spent, and I'm not even sure how either of us has the strength to collapse on the bed together, but somehow we do. I wrap Alina in my arms and kiss her shoulder. "So, you liked that, angel?"
Alina lets out a breathless laugh. "Yeah, I guess I did, didn’t I?"
There's so much more I want to do to her, to show her. An entire lifetime's worth. But first I have to reveal myself to her fully. Either she'll accept me as I am or she won't.
But I'll never find out unless I take the leap. And even if she doesn't want me, I won't be able to give her up. I'll just have to find a way to change her mind.
7
ALINA
Reading the email for the second time doesn't make it seem any more real. So I read it a third, and it's still there.
A job offer from one of the biggest digital design firms in the country. They want me to start as a junior designer. The pay is amazing, it's a remote position, and it's a chance to work at an amazing company.
I should be over the moon, and a part of me definitely is! Except I'm sure that I didn't see this specific design firm anywhere at the job fair.
Which means that someone else must have contacted them, and the only person who knew about the job fair is Derrick. I've been trying not to think about this whole situation, about the way he's slowly creeping into every single part of my life. Instead of getting less intense, his feelings for me are growing, just like mine are for him.
I love him, the thought brushes against my mind, but I don’t acknowledge it. It’s too early. Not yet … even if love courses through me every time he looks at me.
He's obsessed, and I'm starting to think that maybe it's mutual. The way he touches me, fucks me, kisses me—I've never felt this way before. Everything feels so right when we're together.
But I've never had a boyfriend before, never really had a serious relationship. How am I supposed to know if what I'm feeling is normal? Is it possible for love to feel this perfect and right, or is it always messy and complicated?
Derrick is at Sage and Salt for a few hours every morning, and we have dinner together most nights. I've woken up at his place every day for two weeks now, and when he's not with me, I miss him.
The idea of living without him, of being away from him, makes me want to cry.
He's gone right now, and a wild thought occurs to me. I haven't even considered doing this until now because it feels like such a betrayal to a man who has done so much for me. What if … what if I use this time to find out who he really is?
It's not a perfect plan, but I don't need to know everything. I just can't shake the feeling that he has something to do with this job offer, and if that's true, then he has some sort of connections more far-reaching than I could have imagined.
Slowly, almost guilty, I close my laptop and rise from where I've been sitting on the couch. Derrick and I have a lot of time together, and I've learned that while he's at the cafe, his office door is usually closed. He's not big on visitors, and he keeps his laptop and important papers locked in the desk. I don't even know the actual address of the house I'm currently inside of, and that's the first thing I want to figure out. Maybe if I know it, I can discover Derrick's identity.
Making sure no one is pulling down the driveway, I quickly slip outside and make my way barefoot to the mailbox. A few pieces of mail sit inside, and I glance down at the envelopes.
Derrick Anders, 145 Pollyanna Drive, Cape May, New Jersey
The name is familiar somehow. I bite down hard on my lip. So Derrick does have a last name. I don't dare take the mail, so after I snap a photo, I close the mailbox and sneak back inside.
With shaking fingers, I type the name Derrick Anders into Google. There are a couple hundred results, and most of them are social media profiles for men with the same name. Clicking on the images tab, I try to find one of Derrick. But the few profiles that seem like they could match have their privacy settings too high to be certain.
Then, at the very bottom of the page, there's a link to a news article.
Anders Tech founder, entrepreneur, and millionaire Derrick Anders has sold his company and disappeared from the public eye.