Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
“Thank you, Taylor.” I pick up the phone and wait for her to leave my office. “This is Baltierra.”
“Hello, Sir. I was calling to confirm your appointment tomorrow for your specimen and to confirm you still want it implanted into Miss Baldwin?” My teeth grit hearing them call her by a last name that isn’t mine.
“Yes,” I answer a bit too aggressively. However, until she is in my arms, bed, and impaled on my dick, nothing is going to abate this lust inside of my chest. “To be sure, her appointment is for the day after, correct?” I need to make sure nothing has happened and for some reason, she has changed her mind.
“That is correct, Sir.”
“Good. That is fucking good.”
“Very well, Sir,” she says before hanging up. I pinch the bridge of my nose, the need becoming too much. Opening the file on my desk that was amassed by the P.I. I hired; I pick up the picture he has of her walking around campus in shorts way to fucking short. Looking like every man and boy's wet dream with the way her luscious ass and waist fill them out. I see a combination of red and heat, staring at it, knowing that she is still spraying that virgin scent everywhere she goes, letting all the men know she is untouched and doesn’t belong to anyone. Except they are wrong. She very much belongs to me. Every, soft, inch of her is mine. Needing one more release, I unzip my pants yet again and waste no time in trying to sate this overwhelming obsession I have for her. So fucking obsessed, she has around the clock bodyguards that have strict instructions not to engage unless they see testosterone that is not me moving in on my property, or she is in danger. The close up took of her shows her cute pink lips. Shiny with her lip gloss on them. I want to know what they will look like stretched to the max as they wrap around my cock, gagging and drooling all over it as I introduce her to the many ways she will satisfy me. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I shout before the jets of life pour all over my towel. Taking deep breaths trying to calm myself so I can clean up, I wipe it up and throw the towel in the garbage.
“Stefano, is everything ok?” My head lifts as she walks into my office. The truth is, I would have gotten rid of her a long time ago if not for the fact that she graduated Wharton Business school at the top of her class and is my right hand when it comes to handling meetings with my overseas clients. She is also fluent in three languages. So basically, she is of use. But if she doesn’t tread lightly… “I’m sorry. I am just concerned about you.” She walks further into the room. It doesn’t escape me that she is sauntering with the first three buttons of her shirt undone.
“Well, be concerned a little less. Close my door when you leave.” I dismiss her. I hear the ping on my computer and see I have emails from the guys about our weekly dinner. My finger is poised to say yes, but I find myself typing no. I know they are going to cackle like a bunch of fucking hens about this. I shake my head as I press send on the email. “Two days, greedy fuck.” I say to my dick as it pants against my zipper. Two days and it’s go time. Too bad my sweet girl doesn’t know her life as she knows it is coming to an end. The end of my cock to be precise. I crack myself up.
Chapter Seven
Kalera
Today is the day I do something I never thought I would do and to say I haven’t eaten in twenty hours, would not be an understatement. I am still perplexed by the fact that I know nothing about these people. I suppose I should be flattered that they chose me and are sure enough to go through with it without a face to face meeting, but I have to admit, it is making me a bit, apprehensive.
Slow-motion is my speed as I am getting ready for this. I don’t know how uncomfortable I am going to be when it is all done so I decide on leggings and a T-shirt. I don't bother with a bra since my shirt is not see-through. My sister always says I was the lucky one who got real boobs. She says she wishes she had mine that sit up and always perky. She is crazy and I miss her. Two days after I had my insemination, Tori was going for hers and ran into a man named Preston. He was on his way there to find a surrogate but found her instead. The deal she struck with him still shocks me, but then again, she has always been the rebel. She was moved out of the dorm within days of meeting him and though we both cried, she needed to do what she had. Thinking about her is making my heart hurt and I need to get it together. Once I get my sandals on, I am set.