Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 74220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
When she came home and I wasn’t there, she took a bath and soaked in the tub, enjoying chocolate-covered strawberries and a glass of champagne. As much as I wanted to stay home with her, I had too much to do, and I couldn’t get distracted just because a fine piece of ass was now with me full-time.
I’d been living alone for fifteen years, didn’t even have a roommate when I moved out, so I thought sharing my space with someone would irritate me at some point—but not with her.
I actually looked forward to seeing her every time I came home. Sometimes she was already asleep in bed, but I didn’t hesitate to roll her over, fold her legs to her chest, and wake her up in the best and most savage way possible.
We had dinner together most nights. Watched TV on the couch together. Fucked in the shower, on the bathroom vanity, on the couch, and even once on the terrace in the fucking rain. If she just moved in and never said a word about it, I wouldn’t say a word either. It would be an unspoken agreement between us.
But I knew she would leave—and I dreaded that.
The moment finally arrived when we were having dinner at Chez Georges. Sandwiched between two other tables and a room full of people talking about their day, we enjoyed our wine and bread as we waited for our entrees.
“I’ve been feeling a lot better,” she said. “I think I’ll go home tomorrow.” She traced the edge of her wineglass with her finger, a mark from her lipstick visible along the glass. She followed the movement with her eyes just to avoid looking at me.
I didn’t protest. Let her steer the ship—or, at least, think she was steering it. “There’s no rush if you need more time.”
“The nightmares have stopped. I don’t really think about it anymore.”
Would I be an asshole if I said I wished those nightmares haunted her every night? Just so I could be the one to chase them away. “Good. I’m glad you’re feeling better. There’s nothing to be scared of.”
Her eyes lifted to look at mine, her dark hair tucked behind her ear, the low cut of her dress showing the cleavage line where my dick belonged. “Do you mean that?”
“Which part?”
“That there’s nothing to be scared of.”
“I’m the one they want, not you.”
“And I’m not the best way to get to you…?”
“That’s not how men like me do business. We leave wives and kids out of it. It’s the code.”
“Yes, that’s your code. But that doesn’t mean it’s their code.”
“Sweetheart, it’s a universal understanding. No one is gonna do business with a wife-killer or a kid-killer. Because if you cross that line, then you aren’t a respectable man. And regardless of the industry, you need to be respectable for anyone to work with you. Because everyone on this planet has someone they care about.”
Her eyes stayed on me for a while, and then slowly, her shoulders dropped and she shifted her weight in the seat to get more comfortable, like she’d been on pins and needles just a second ago. “I really enjoyed staying with you. Thank you for letting me do that.”
I wanted to ask her to stay, and if I knew she’d say yes, I would. “You’re welcome anytime.”
A little smile moved on to her lips. “It’s a shame you have that big tub and never use it…”
“It’s all yours whenever you want, sweetheart.”
She chuckled. “So, I just come by every day after work and use it for an hour?”
“As long as you fuck me before you go, you know that’s perfectly fine.”
She chuckled again then took a drink of her wine, like she thought it was a joke.
I was dead serious.
“I’m excited to check my mail when I get home. The finalized documents for the divorce should be in there. Never thought I would be so happy to be divorced.”
I wouldn’t tell her I’d spoken to Adrien, not unless she directly asked me. I didn’t want to involve her in our business affairs if I didn’t have to. And I didn’t want her to know what I’d learned either. That would probably just scare her off again. “What terms did you agree to?”
“I said I didn’t want anything, and he let it happen.”
If this were a couple weeks ago, I would have argued with her, but it didn’t matter what she got in the divorce anymore. Not when she would be a billionaire somewhere in the near future, her only job to either ride my dick or suck it. “You can finally put this behind you.”
“Yep.” She took a drink from her glass. “It’s been a crazy four months…really crazy.” She stared at me across the table, looking at me exactly the way she had when she saw me walk into Silencio all those months ago, like she wanted to sink her teeth into me and carve her name into my flesh.