Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 91820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
I can’t believe that I ever thought I didn’t need someone. That I didn’t need her. Dillon is my whole life. Every decision I make, I make with her in mind.
Dillon’s career is soaring, and I’m so fucking proud of her. She’s released three books in the time we’ve been together, including The Two-Week Stand, which absolutely flew off the shelves. It became an overnight best seller, landing on a bunch of lists, one being The New York Times. Dillon absolutely freaked when she got the news. We had a big celebration that night. The books Dillon has written since The Two-Week Stand have all been a part of a series following on from it but about different characters, which, of course, are fictional. We’ve never told anyone that the book is based on our first meeting. That’s something we want to keep private between the two of us.
Dillon has been working so hard recently; we both have. She just finished up writing the first book in a new series, so I brought her here on vacation for a bit of R&R. But that’s not the only reason I brought her.
Today is actually the third anniversary to the day when we first met.
She’s back at the villa, showering, getting ready for dinner. Yes, it’s the villa that I stayed in when I was first here.
It was the place where we spent our first night together. Even if I did sleep on the chaise and Dillon was in the bed. It was also the place where we had sex for the first time.
That villa holds a lot of special memories.
Seems I’ve turned into a sentimental fucking sap. But I’m in love, so sue me.
I told Dillon I’d meet her at the bar after she finished getting ready. She’s been known to take her time in getting dressed up. But that’s not the reason I came out first. I’d wait for-fucking-ever for Dillon.
I wanted to be here, so I’d be sitting here, waiting for her. Like I had that first night. Not that I knew then that I was waiting for her. Or maybe I was always waiting for her, but I didn’t fucking know it.
Although, tonight, I’d like it if she made an appearance sooner rather than later because I’m starting to sweat like a bitch and it has nothing to do with the heat.
I take a drink of beer and then check my watch. She shouldn’t be much longer.
I glance around the bar. There are a few people here. Not too many—thank fuck. I might like an audience when I’m on the field with a ball in my hands, but generally, I’m a private person.
Not that I’m afforded that while my dad is still in office. He got elected for a second term. It wasn’t the happiest of days for me. I was pleased for my country. But selfishly, I was more than ready to get my privacy and life back. Although when he was reelected, it was a fuck of a lot easier since I had Dillon in my life. She has a way of making me feel okay about everything.
Mostly when she’s naked.
But there isn’t much longer left, and then his presidency will be over. Then, I’ll be free from the constraints of being the president’s son. Although my life has been overshadowed by his presidency, there was definitely a change when my game improved and I was kicking major ass on the field. I was being talked about more for my game than for who my father was. And the fact that I was finally dating someone definitely caught the press’s interest. So, when I’m mentioned in the news now, it’s more for my sport or my relationship with the best-selling author of The Two-Week Stand.
A flash of red catches my eye, and I turn my head to see my girl walking into the bar.
My heart speeds up in my chest. It never gets old, looking at her. I get the same reaction now as I did when I saw her walking through the bar three years ago. Granted, she’s not stumbling on drunk legs this time. She’s sashaying confidently toward me, and she’s wearing my favorite red dress. It’s short, showing off her gorgeous legs. It hugs her tits, giving good cleavage. What’s not to like about it?
Well, apart from when other men stare at her in it, which is currently happening right now. That pisses me off. Jealousy—another thing I didn’t know I could feel until Dillon.
Dillon is beautiful, so men are going to ogle her. Doesn’t mean I have to like it. But I love the fact that it’s me she’s with and no one else. And I intend to be with her until we’re old and wrinkly with one foot in the grave.
Reaching me, she slides in between the stool and presses her hand to my chest. “Hey, handsome.”