Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
I don’t know. Every time I think about having sex, I get super nervous.
I’ve been working hard not to be awkward when it comes to the romantic aspect of our marriage.
Feeling self-conscious, I get up and walk to the bed, noticing how Augusto’s eyes stay locked on me. He watches as I put on the dress, then comes closer to pull the zipper up for me.
Standing behind me, he brushes his palms up and down my arms while pressing a kiss to the side of my neck. “You’re fucking beautiful.” His breath fans over my skin, causing goose bumps to appear. “Every inch of you.” One of his hands snakes around my front and settles over my abdomen, right by the waistband of my panties.
My heart thunders and breaths rush over my lips while anticipation rushes through my veins.
Suddenly, he lets go of me and stalks to the door, his voice hoarse as he says, “I’ll wait for you downstairs.”
I slap a hand over my racing heart while catching my breath.
I didn’t want him to pull away.
Once my heart rate is back to normal, I check my makeup and put on my shoes. I retrieve one of the new handbags, and getting my phone from the bathroom, I tuck it inside while I head downstairs.
I find Augusto standing in front of one of the paintings he put up for me, staring at the landscape. My heels tap on the tiles, and it draws his attention to me.
He holds his hand out, and I notice his eyes are dark with desire. As I place my palm in his, I revel in the way he looks at me, a smile forming on my face.
Without saying a word, he leads me through the sliding doors in the living room, and we follow a path to the driveway.
When I see a limousine, I can’t stop myself from grinning.
Augusto opens the door and waits for me to get in before he joins me.
As the limo begins to move, I say, “Thank you for doing this for me.”
“You’re welcome, my little shapeshifter.”
He doesn’t use the term of endearment a lot, but when he does, it warms my heart.
Picking up my hand from my lap, he rests my palm on his thigh before his thumb brushes over the diamond on my finger.
“Do you like your ring?”
I nod as I glance at his handsome face. “It’s very beautiful.”
Lifting his arm, he wraps it around my shoulders and pulls me closer to his side. He leans down and gives me a soft kiss, then asks, “How was your day?”
“Good. I made two pots.”
“I saw the flower arrangement in the kitchen. It looks like you’re getting the hang of it.”
“I killed six tulips before I got it right.”
He lets out a chuckle, his thumb rubbing up and down my bicep. It feels like he is casting a spell over me.
“Did you have a good day?” I ask, my voice soft so I don’t disturb the ambiance.
“No one died, so yes.”
Silence falls around us, and it feels as if the atmosphere turns magical. It’s just us, my racing heart, and the desire in Augusto’s eyes, which hasn’t lessened one bit.
The limo comes to a stop, and after helping me out, Augusto leads me into a building, and we take an elevator up to the sixtieth floor.
When we walk into a restaurant, my lips part as I gasp, my eyes locked on the beautiful view of New York.
“Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Vitale. Your table is by the window as you requested,” a man says.
As we follow him, I notice all the other tables are empty. Augusto pulls out my chair and waits for me to sit before taking the seat across from me.
“Is it just the two of us here tonight?” I ask.
“Yes. I wanted to enjoy the date with you and not worry about every single person walking through the doors.” Opening his menu, he asks, “What would you like to drink?”
“It feels like we should have champagne or something fancy.”
“How about a cocktail?” He lists a few, explaining what’s in them, before we decide I should try a cosmopolitan.
Augusto places the orders, getting whiskey for himself.
I stare at the skyline of the city I now live in, once again, thinking about how much my life has changed.
I still write letters I never get to send to Ryo, and tomorrow I’ll tell him how amazing this view is.
“What’s wrong?”
My eyes flit to Augusto, and seeing a worried frown on his forehead, I quickly shake my head. “Nothing.”
“You looked sad, Yuki. Don’t you like the restaurant? We can go somewhere else.”
“No, it’s not that. I love it.” I hesitate, but having learned to trust Augusto, I admit, “I was thinking about Ryo.”
“Do you have any way to contact him?”
I shake my head. “I don’t know where he is. Father never told me anything about him.”