Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
I reach the bakery, and the rain starts to subside right as I come through the door.
“There’s my girl,” my dad happily says as I push by the crowd of customers.
Once we are in the back of the store he reacts to the money just as I knew he would.
CHAPTER TWO
Grey
I can’t stop thinking about Rose Sinclair.
That silky strawberry blonde hair and those big brown eyes dance through my mind relentlessly.
I want her.
I want her like I’ve never wanted anything in my life.
I want to make her mine.
I have never been so attracted to a woman in my life. Most of the dealings that I’ve had with women have been orchestrated through my business.
I’m not a man who frivolously throws away his decency for a romp in the sheets, and there’s never been anyone to really turn my head. At least, not until Rose Sinclair entered my life soaking wet and looking every bit like a gorgeous dream that I never wanted to wake up from.
I blink to clear my thoughts, but the soft angles of her heart-shaped face and the curves of her body will not leave my mind.
This woman has me in her grasp, and she doesn’t even know it.
Would she care if she knew? I wonder if she would think I’m too old for her.
This is the woman who was meant for me. I just know this in my soul. I need to make her my wife and the mother of my children. Give her my seed out of pure want and love to create a family of our own.
Her body entices me and her shy looks pull at my heart. Even her reason for coming to me, to help her father with his bakery shows me that she is full of heart and makes her the perfect wife and mother.
The more I think of her, the harder my arousal for her becomes. I imagine myself running my hands over those wonderful, soft curves – planting kisses slowly down her nakedness, stopping at her sex and drinking in her essence.
I can hear her moaning, saying my name, asking me to take her, to fill her with my seed. I enter her slowly, and her pussy grabs hold of my pulsing cock.
God, it’s like being wrapped in a warm blanket. I can’t stay here much longer; the desire is too strong. I begin to push harder, entering to the hilt, and I can feel her rippling around me. My cock is ready to explode, but I don’t want this to end.
I try to slow down, but Rosie is yearning for it all. She cries out that she wants all of me to spill my seed inside her. That’s all I need to hear and I, too…
These thoughts plague my mind and race through my brain until I can’t focus on anything else.
Rose is too beautiful, too special, to allow her to fade from my mind. I do have things I need to think about, though, and I try to clear my head and focus.
I sit languidly at my mahogany desk in my overly expensive office on the top floor of my massive manor home. I can hear the fireplace crackling, though not burning very high. Out the window and through the clear glass, it’s a beautiful day.
The sun is shining, burning golden across the bright blue of the overhead sky.
The weather is a sharp contrast to the dark, stormy rain clouds that darkened the sky in the city yesterday. The rain is nowhere to be seen now.
The grounds of my home are well managed and beautifully manicured to the point where it’s almost too much.
I can see the lake on my property glittering in the afternoon sun and the beautifully maintained landscape. I smile to myself when I think about how I’ve been able to afford all of this loveliness.
I’m not someone who sugarcoats things, even to myself.
I don’t believe in it.
To put things bluntly, I’m a loan shark. I loan money and charge exorbitant fees to the party who borrowed the funds in the first place.
This is who I am and how I live.
It’s a lucrative business, to say the absolute least. That much is obvious.
While it can be dangerous at times for those involved, I rarely feel the need to hire any muscle. The good thing about doing business in the wide world around me is the iron-clad contracts that keep me safe. They also keep everything between my clients and myself nice and legal.
On the occasions when the contracts were ignored, I have been more than capable of solving the problem myself.
There are really only two firms to borrow money from at the moment.
It’s either the Goblins or me.
Anyone with half a brain would avoid borrowing from the Goblins if they have any choice in the matter.