Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25614 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25614 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
“She tried to contact me after she finally noticed my picture in the newspaper with Diego at the Gala last week.”
“What did you tell her?”
“To stay away. Real mothers don’t abandon their children for men. Her man didn’t want the reminder of another child, so he made her leave me while she had a family with him.”
“Why did she bother contacting you now?”
“She needs a transplant and wants to see if I’m a possible donor. Even if I were, I wouldn’t sacrifice my health for her. My kids would be the ones I’d sacrifice for, should they ever need it.”
“Damn right. I’m so sorry that she was awful, but you still turned out amazing and I’m grateful that it led you into my life.”
“Because it brought James as well.”
“That too, but I’m serious. You are a fabulous friend and I’m so proud to call you that.” She gave me a big hug. I wrapped my arms around her too, letting the sadness of my mother’s selfishness disappear. We can’t let other people’s choices rule our lives. I’ve learned to live without her and that won’t stop.
“Thanks,” I replied, pulling away.
Ava stayed another hour with her boys before she packed up and left. She wanted to be home in time to meet James for dinner. I took the boys out to the backyard pool while Vasco stood guard. The boys grew tired after an hour and wanted to go inside, so we did. Then, I decided to shower and read a book I’d been holding off on starting. It was a romantic thriller. I’d only gotten about a hundred pages in when Diego came home.
He was dressed just like he left and looked perfectly fine. “I thought you went boxing.”
“I did.” I gave him a suspicious look, glaring and wondering what he was really up to. “But you don’t even look hurt at all.”
He pressed his hand to his chest and dropped down to the sofa with exaggeration. It was then that I got a whiff of him. He’d definitely been sweating a lot. “Darling, you hurt my feelings. Are you saying that you think I’m weak?”
“No, it’s just that I’ve seen boxing matches, and they’re pretty gruesome.”
“I told you, love, we were sparring with protective gear on, but I will say my shoulder hurts a little, so I’m going to take a nice hot shower. From the look on your face, I’m sure that I smell a little ripe.” I tried to deny it, but he let out a chuckle. “Love, we’ve been married for seven years now. You can say that I need a shower. I was boxing for a long time, and that bastard doesn’t let up. Besides, we hit the bags too. We weren’t just sparring.”
“How was your time with the kids?” he asked as I followed him up the stairs with my book in hand.
“Good. I took them out to the pool for about an hour after Ava left, and then they wanted to go inside.”
“So did you want to finish your book while I cook dinner?” he asked.
“How did you know I was reading?”
“Love, we have indoor cameras. Besides, you’re holding it under your arm.” He pointed at my elbow.
“So you know what I’ve been doing all day. Why did you bother asking?” I huffed.
He growled at me like I was the problem. “Look, get in that damn bed with your book and be a good girl. Read and enjoy. I’m going to shower and when I get out, I’m going to eat your pussy until you calm that bad attitude down.”
I hadn’t realized how crabby I’d been, and then I remembered Ava’s words. This had accidentally worked in my favor. “Whatever,” I added. I hopped into bed and opened to the page where I left off. Although for five minutes straight, I read the same two paragraphs, unable to grasp them. I closed the book and listened to the sound of the water hitting the walls and the glass door in between, hitting his taut, muscular body. I wondered if he had markings on him from his sparring. I opened the door to take a peek, and there he was with his back toward me, scrubbing his broad chest, soap covering most of his body.
“Do you want to lend me a hand, mi vida?”
“If your shoulders are bothering you, I could help.”
“I’d like that.” I slipped off my clothes while my husband never took his admiring eyes off me.
“And I love that.” The way he leered at my figure after three boys did me in. He opened the glass door and helped me step into the stall. Without hesitation, he slammed his mouth against mine and pinned me to the wall. “Wife, you fucked up.” He dropped to his knees and lifted my leg over his shoulder. His next words were muffled against my mound, and it didn’t matter because my heartbeat played in my ears. I bit down on my hand to stop from screaming as I came on his face.