Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 54062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
“I have nothing to wear.” He passes me the shirt he was wearing, and I take it. “Now you do. Get in.” He spins and dives straight into the pool.
We are in an apartment building, but he has a rooftop pool all to himself.
Who the fuck has that?
Beckham does, that’s who.
I stand and pull my shirt off—it’s not like he hasn’t seen me naked before—and slide his shirt on. Then I take off my bra underneath, followed by my skirt. The shirt is long enough that it covers just below my ass. When I finally get into the pool, it’s warm and oh so nice.
Oliver is floating on his back as he tells Beckham all about school.
Beckham listens attentively.
Which surprises me.
He smirks at me from the other side of the pool.
I sit on the step and watch them both.
An asshole with my son.
Yet somehow, Oliver chats to him like he’s his best friend. Tells him all about the video games he’s obsessed with, and Beckham even joins in on the conversation.
“Mom, can we stay the night? I want to play Beckham’s Xbox. I have a PlayStation, and all my friends have an Xbox, so I want to try.” Before I can say no, that we cannot stay at this man’s house who makes me feel things, Beckham speaks for me, and I’m unable to say anything.
“Of course you can stay. I’ll put the Xbox in Winter’s room for you.”
Oliver fist pumps the air before he dives under the water. I turn, glaring at Beckham.
Beckham makes his way over to where I am on the step and sits next to me. “Why do you look so uncomfortable?”
“This is weird,” I tell him under my breath, making sure Oliver can’t hear. Though, he’s too busy diving for toys and then throwing them and diving again to pay us any mind.
“Why? Because I want to fuck you in my bed tonight?” His hand is under the water and comes to rest on my thigh. He slowly moves it up until he is near my entrance. The only thing stopping him right now from going in is that I am wearing panties.
“Stop,” I say with a heavy breath.
“You don’t sound like you want me to stop. The vein in your neck is pulsating and your breathing has picked up. Looks to me like you want this as badly as I want to give it to you.”
I turn to face him and his smart-ass mouth. “Do you bring many women back here?”
He touches my hair and brushes it behind my shoulder, breathing me in. “None. You are the first.”
“I’m hungry,” Oliver says.
Beckham squeezes my leg, then pulls away. “Let’s get you fed, then.” Beckham steps out of the water, and Oliver follows him gladly, not even bothering to ask me if I’m coming. I dive under the water when he’s gone to release a scream before I come up and climb out of the pool.
Picking up one of the towels and wrapping it around myself, I grab my clothes and go inside. I don’t see them straight away, but I can hear Oliver’s laughter as I make my way past the overly large living room to a bedroom with the light on.
Beckham is sitting on the floor, a towel around his waist and a game controller in his hand, as Oliver eats a packet of chips on the bed.
“You have to jump here.” Beckham does so with his controller, and Oliver pays close attention.
“This is a beautiful room,” I say, looking around.
“It’s Winter’s room,” Oliver says, still looking at the television.
“Okay, got it?” Beckham asks him.
Oliver nods happily and takes over the game.
“He can’t play all night. He needs rest,” I tell Beckham when his hands grip my waist and he pushes me out the door.
“Oliver knows the TV is set for an hour, then he has to go to bed. He has his own bathroom there if he needs it, don’t you, buddy?” Beckham says, not looking back, just staring at me as he says the words.
“Yep,” he shouts. Oliver is too entranced in what he’s doing.
Beckham shuts the door with one hand still on me. “What do you think we should do?” His eyes roam my body suggestively.
“Nothing,” I answer back. I go to turn toward the kitchen, but he pushes me in the opposite direction. It’s dark until he claps his hands, and soft lighting comes on. “You plan to seduce me?” I ask, giggling. Facing the room, there is an enormous bed in the center. And when I say enormous, I’m not joking. I’ve seen king beds, and this one is way bigger than your average king-sized bed. The room itself has one black textured feature wall, where the other two walls are a lighter gray. There are wall-to-ceiling mirrors along one wall, which I am sure hide an ensuite. The bed is covered in a black with silver pinstriped duvet, and there are large cushions at the bedhead. At the end of the bed is a studded black leather bench. There is a huge television hanging on the wall opposite the bed. The whole area is bigger than my entire home. It’s ostentatious, but not in a bad way.