Always loved you Read online Ella Goode

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
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“If you want the store then I want you to have it. I want you to have anything you ever want.” His words are sweet but they aren’t true. I look at his hand. He drops it away. I miss his touch instantly. Is it him that I miss or just a lack of affection in general?

“You can’t give me what I want. I don’t think you’re capable of it.”

“Orchard.” He says my name gently.

“People don’t always get what they want. Trust me. I know,” I admit before leaving him alone in the kitchen before I say something I’ll truly regret. Or tell him it’s him that I want.

5

Heath

She says I can’t give her what she wants and the fucking tragic thing about that statement is it’s true. I’ve given her everything these past five years and none of it has made her happy. The memory of our wedding night is seared into my head. Even before we were married, she hadn’t spoken but a handful of words to me. She wouldn’t even meet my eyes, but kept her own gaze pinned to the floor whenever her father brought her into my presence.

Her old man kept those visits to a minimum, probably knowing that at one point Orchard would crack and run from the room, screaming that she wasn’t going to marry an old man like me. At twenty-eight, I was the youngest man in every boardroom and at every deal; but to her, I was one day away from checking into the nursing home. I wanted to tell her that other women found me attractive. We had to start holding the poker meetings in each other’s houses because every time we went out, the women would not leave us alone. I’ve had more napkins with phone numbers written in lipstick and eyeliner thrown in my face than I’ve closed business deals.

But that didn’t seem the kind of thing I should be telling my young wife. Instead, I reassured her that she would not be required to fulfill any wifely duty. She could go to college and I would pay for that. She would get a regular allowance funded automatically through a trust so she did not feel dependent on me. In addition to that regular allowance, I topped it off every month so she could buy herself something special like a piece of jewelry or one of those fifty thousand dollar purses she once talked about on the phone with her friend, Abigail.

She didn’t spend much of the money and definitely never bought any purse worth fifty thousand bills. She did go to college and allowed me to pay for it. Her repayment was nightly dinners with me. It was part of the deal that we worked out without me even realizing what was going on.

I should have expected this. She didn’t want to marry me. She told me that on our wedding night.

“I’m not a whore.” The words stop me in my tracks. The hand at my throat that’s pulling on my bowtie freezes.

“I never said you were,” I reply.

She stands there with her neck bent and her hands tucked to her sides. Her cheeks are as pale as the ivory shift she changed into after the reception. The pink lipstick she wore to the wedding ceremony has disappeared, wiped off in disgust probably.

I want her. Badly.

I have since I first laid eyes on her. She’d burst into her father’s office at the shipyard, her golden hair messily tucked into a ballcap, dressed in jeans, sneakers and a T-shirt, to tell him that another ship had been late. She was frustrated and showed more passion for the business than her old man had ever. He told her that the shipyard was no place for a girl and to get out. I wanted to kidnap her and get her away from him, but kidnapping isn’t allowed in our modern society. More’s the pity. Instead, I bought her because somehow that’s okay.

But now that I’ve bought her, she hates me. My body has no understanding of this. She can hate me in bed, says my throbbing cock. No love words need to be exchanged so long as I can hammer inside of her until my dick falls off.

“I’m not sleeping with you.” Her head comes up and the brown eyes that meet mine are sparking in defiance. “You can put all the money you want in my bank account. You can buy all of Dad’s shipyards. You can buy the whole damn world and I will never get in your bed. I will never want that”—she points at my obvious erection—“anywhere near me.”

Even those words aren’t enough to kill my boner, but my pride is pricked. “Don’t worry. I can get my dick serviced by any woman I want. I didn’t ask for you in this deal. I wanted your father’s business. I took you in as a favor.”


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