Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
“Well, one, we’ll be getting married, so the wedding and honeymoon will happen, and I’m not sure if that will interfere. Then, there’s the chance that we have a baby in the next couple of years.”
“How many babies?” she asks with bright, wide eyes.
“I don’t know. It depends on how many babies we can handle. I’m running a hotel and casino with your brothers while I plan on giving you the rest of my time. Maybe starting a family right away might not be the best idea.”
“My mother put me on birth control at the beginning of the summer.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yes. She said it would be a good idea until I finished school.”
“Well, then, it’s good because we have time for each other and you can finish school.” I pull her into my arms, tipping her face upward with my hand under her chin. “Now that we have that squared away, my beautiful Elsa, I need to taste these lips again.”
She closes her eyes, waiting for me to claim her soft pink lips. I lean in and close my mouth over hers, sliding a hand into her hair, cupping the back of her neck to bring her face close to mine. Our mouths angle sideways as we deepen the kiss, moans falling from our lips.
Carl coughs, interrupting us. “Sir, Mr. and Mrs. Martín have arrived.”
“Please escort them in here.”
When they finally enter the family room, I smile proudly and greet them, “Thank you for coming.”
“Of course. We can’t miss a wonderful dinner and a chance to see our daughter before you steal her away from us so unexpectedly,” her father adds with a look of annoyance.
“I thought it would have been obvious after everything that we discussed.”
“I don’t believe we discussed her just moving in with you.” He steps closer, his anger becoming more obvious.
Mrs. Martín steps up and presses her hand to his chest. “Come, now, Emiliano. You know very well that the second you had me in your grasp, I was living with you.”
“You are correct, my love. This is different—she’s my daughter.”
Mrs. Martín laughs, and he turns to look at her with a scowl. “You are being ridiculous. I told you before that this was happening, and you didn’t listen to me.”
She walks up to Elsa with a small pink and white bag. “Sweetheart, I packed you an overnight bag. I’m sure you’ll gather more of your things later.”
“Thank you.” She takes it and sets it aside.
“Dinner is ready,” Carl says. We all go into the dining room and take our seats with Elsa at my right.
“Everything smells wonderful.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Martín. I’ll tell the chef that.”
“Where is the rest of the family?” Elsa asks, looking at her parents.
“They had other matters to attend to, and unfortunately as you know Milo is away on business and won’t be back until next week.”
“Well, I’m glad you could make it,” I state, knowing that he wasn’t too pleased with me.
“So what are your plans? Are you going to be living with my daughter without getting married?”
“No,” Elsa and I blurt out at the same time. I laugh.
“I’m glad you feel that way, Elsa, because we’re getting married as soon as possible.”
“Oh, really? How soon are you talking about? Are you planning to start a family?”
“We’re going to wait some time before we start on grandchildren, but I’d like to marry fast. I don’t see a point in waiting.”
“Maybe take some time to get to know each other,” Emiliano says.
“I’ve known her since we were kids. Yes, there are the little things we don’t know, but I know she loves Mexican and Chinese, but hates pasta even though she loves going to Italy. Her favorite books are crime novels from the past, like nineties and early two-thousands.”
Elsa twisted her head with her mouth wide open. “I can’t believe you know that.”
“Yeah, I noticed it on your reading account online. You have an addiction to some of the older books from those times before technology got out of control and so much of the market was overly saturated.”
“So when is the wedding?”
“We live in Vegas,” Elsa offers.
“Elsa, we can get married in a lavish wedding if you want, but I want to start planning it now and have it ready within the next six months. No need to wait any longer. Hell, other than the dress and the invites, we have access to everything else at our fingertips easily.”
“The dress? Do you think that would be hard?” she asks me.
“No, but I’m not sure where you want to get it or how long it takes to make. Don’t pretend the princess doesn’t want her picture-perfect wedding.”
“I do.”
“Then you’ll get it.”
“Three months should be plenty.”
“Good. We need to start right away.” Her mother rubs her hands together with excitement.
“I’ll send you the calendar for the hotel and then general group schedule for the families, and we’ll see if there’s any major conflicts.”