Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 87695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
“Getting to know you better.” I stretch my legs with a sigh. I like the way her cheeks turn red as she stares at me. The girl likes the way I look. She likes it a lot, and I think that bothers her. “Come on, I’ll keep my hands to myself. For a little while, anyway.” I pat the bed next to me.
“No, thanks.” She grabs her pillow and a throw blanket. “I’ll take the couch then.”
“It’s our wedding night. You’re really going to leave me all alone in your big, comfy bed?”
“Only because you’re such a prick that you’re going to let your wife sleep alone downstairs.”
I sit up on an elbow and look her in the eye. “I’d never make my wife sleep all by herself.”
She looks back and holds my gaze. Her mouth opens, her little pink tongue pressed against her top teeth. She’s thinking about it, I can tell. She’s wondering if maybe she should sit down next to me, maybe relax a little bit, have a little more wine. Maybe kiss me like she did in the church and find out how I can make her feel now that we’ve got nothing holding us back.
Instead, she turns on her heel. “Good night, Seamus!” And slams the bedroom door in my face.
I let out a sigh.
Damn, what a shame.
This bed isn’t as cozy without her in it.
Chapter 10
Alina
Iget just about the worst sleep possible on my wedding night, and not for a good reason.
I dream about beautiful demons pulling me to pieces. I dream about corpses under my bed. I dream about a flood of blood rolling from my closet.
The noise of my coffee grinder yanks me awake. Early morning sunlight blinds me for half a minute. I groan, rolling onto my belly as it grinds and grinds for an absurdly long time. Finally, when it’s over, I peer up over the couch.
Seamus is in my kitchen. He’s making himself coffee with my espresso machine.
He’s also shirtless and still in his underwear.
The man’s absurd. He’s beautiful. Long, muscular legs. Thighs built for breaking hearts. Intricate, deadly tattoos covering his torso. Those freaking V muscles pointing down to his bulging package.
Why does my husband have to be so hot?
And such a freaking prick?
“Good morning, princess,” he says, not looking back at me.
How the hell did he know?!
I sink back down behind the couch and curl into a ball. I don’t bother to reply. I listen to him steaming milk and running water. The smell of coffee finally makes me open my eyes.
He puts a steaming latte down on the table in front of me and takes a spot on the couch, lifting my feet to put them in his lap.
The brazen asshole. There’s plenty of space at the other end!
He sips his drink.
“Our first morning of blissful matrimony,” he says with a big smile. “It’s going to be a beautiful day.”
I yank my feet away. I can feel his dick under my heel, and I definitely don’t need that right now. “What time is it?”
He checks his watch. It’s a Rolex. Who the hell sleeps in a Rolex? “A little past seven.”
“You’re the sickest man alive.” I groan and take my coffee in both hands, sitting as far from him as I can.
“I think it’s better to face the day than to hide from it.”
“I think it’s better to get a full eight hours of sleep. Ten if I’m in a bad mood.”
“Ah, how can you be in a bad mood with a view like that?” He stands and gazes out the big windows. The light streams around him, making his firm ass shine like the freaking sun. I stare at his body before curling up even tighter around myself.
It’s not fair. It’s just sinful to have an ass like that.
“I need to shower,” I say, leaping up. I drink more coffee as I hurry away. “You can be gone when I get out!”
“No thanks,” he says, still standing at the window, still nearly naked and godlike and beautiful. “Don’t busy yourself too much in there. You’re a married woman now. You have a husband to handle your needs.”
“I’m not going to—” He’s grinning at me, clearly just trying to rile me up. I hurry away, cheeks burning red, because it definitely worked.
What a terrible start to our marriage.
First, he runs my boyfriend out of town, then he comes over and we have sex, which was obviously a mistake.
Next, the wedding gets ruined by a murder, of all things.
And last, and maybe worst, he walks around my apartment wearing nearly nothing like he owns the place.
I don’t even know what I can do about it.
Technically, the man’s my husband now. He’s not breaking any rules. If anything, my family would encourage this behavior.
They want an heir.
Which means I have to get pregnant.