Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 101887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
He was fine as hell. Six-three, well built and handsome as fuck. His chocolate ass belonged on the cover of a magazine. I used to love watching him lick those thick, full lips.
Geno was a brother with it all. Brains, swag, confidence, and he knew how to take care of his woman, in and out of bed. I don’t think I’ve been touched the way he touched me since.
I was devastated when I got the call from his sister that he had been killed in a car accident. We had so many hopes and dreams. So many plans.
That bitch and her friends were three times over the legal blood alcohol level. She had no remorse whatsoever. Her concern was whether or not she would still get to attend her wedding that weekend.
Fuck the fact that she stole my wedding from me. Geno was going to propose. He had the ring at his place.
His sister told me all about his plans. Losing Geno changed me; it changed my life. From that day forward, everything I wanted from life shifted.
That’s when I walked through the door of no return. I became someone else. My innocence was gone, my heart had been broken, my mind shattered.
I wipe away the tears that fall and take a deep, calming breath. Mommy doesn’t know the kind of emotions and memories her comments have stirred up. She doesn’t mean any harm.
After all, she knew nothing about Geno or who I became as a result. I thought I was so grown back then. He was gone by the time I had planned to introduce him to my family.
Suddenly, a chill runs through me. The sun that has been baking my back seems to catch some shade as if clouds have rolled in. However, from the scent that surrounds me, I know it’s not clouds that are blocking the sun.
“Has anyone ever told ya how pretty yer toes are, love?”
I close my eyes as his voice washes over me. His warm breath fans my ear and sends tingles over my skin. Ronan is the last person I want to talk to right now.
However, his voice does somehow soothe the pain I’m feeling. It’s like a warm, comforting blanket. It wraps around me and makes me feel like everything will be okay.
I frown at the feeling. No matter what, no man will ever fill that void. I can’t allow it. For so many reasons, I can’t allow it.
“Looks like I arrived right on time. I brought ya something,” he murmurs when I don’t reply.
I open my eyes and tilt my head back. I’m met with his intense blue-hazel eyes. They’re filled with concern as his gaze bounces across my face.
He’s squatting behind me, but he’s still so imposing compared to my stature. I’m five-eight. Ronan has to be about six-five and around two hundred and sixty pounds, give or take.
A big boy. Just like I like them. I write AA romance, but this man makes me want to join Kaye in writing IR.
I’ve never dated a white guy. Puerto Rican, Asian, African, but never a European guy, although I have thought about this man in the most inappropriate ways every time I’ve seen him.
I blame it on the lack of sex. It’s been more than a while. Almost four years, to be exact.
I can’t help eating him up with my eyes. I love the blue dress shirt he has on. The top three buttons are sitting open.
This man looks like he’s comfortable in his skin. I love that about him. Confidence in a man is it for me. Ronan has it in spades.
He holds up a gift bag in front of me and gives me a smile. I wrap my hand around the handle, but he doesn’t release the bag. My heart begins to race.
I’ve been trying to keep my distance from this man since that woman in the bar. He’s not mine, but I didn’t like how she flirted with him after interrupting our moment. Yeah, she did me a favor, but I still wasn’t cool with it.
Ronan is a huge flirt. That chick ate it up and had no problem rubbing it in my face. I left not long after and vowed this man isn’t for me. She could have him.
However, I did notice his absence over the last two weeks. I’ve been trying so hard not to ask after him. I have enough going on, not to mention he’s not for me.
“Thank you,” I say as he finally releases the bag.
“Thank me after ya see what’s inside.” He winks at me, then stands and moves to take a seat next to me on my blanket.
A quick glance tells me Dae-Dae is still riding his bike and entertaining himself. The kid is cute, but we bump heads. He’s too smart for his own good.