Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 95013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
A veil of frustration had lowered across his irritated eyes, but he didn’t give voice to it. Just stared me down like he wanted to strangle me but knew I’d snap his neck the second he tried. He eventually looked away and stared out at the sea as he tried to regroup his thoughts. He probably didn’t expect to fail so spectacularly.
I heard Medusa get up from where she lay on the tile and move to the door. My eyes followed her to see Aurelia standing there in the open doorway, still in her work clothes, her face free of makeup because she hadn’t had anything at my mother’s house.
My heart gave a jolt at the sight of her, a V12 engine that came to life in a shipping semi. I was on my feet instantly and headed toward her like I hadn’t seen her just yesterday, like she hadn’t told me she loved me only a few hours ago. I wished President Barsetti hadn’t stopped by at the worst possible time, but I moved right to her like I didn’t care.
Her eyes glanced at President Barsetti before they flicked back to me. “Is that the president—”
I slid my hand straight into her hair, and I kissed her like he wasn’t there.
Her lips hesitated before she gripped my wrist, her head back to accommodate the angle of my mouth.
My back blocked our embrace from his sight, but I highly doubted he wanted to watch anyway. I kissed her hard before I let her go, before I looked into eyes that appeared glazed by my passion. “You’re right, I fucked up. I’m sorry.” I never apologized to be diplomatic. Only apologized when I meant it. So this apology was sincere and blossomed from deep within my heart.
Whatever tendrils of anger she held on to seemed to slide between her fingertips. “It’s okay, Constantine. I’m sorry I interrupted your conversation.”
“You can interrupt any conversation you want.”
“But . . .” Her eyes glanced back to Crow behind me. “But he’s the president.”
“Like I give a damn.” I was just happy she was home, that she was back with me and Medusa, that this stupid fight was over. When she’d pissed me off, I’d turned my back on her and ignored her calls. She never once did that to me through this, and now I felt guilty for how I’d acted in the past.
“I’m going to shower,” she said. “We’ll talk after he’s gone.”
I’d rather join her in the shower than talk to that prick. “All right.” My arm circled her lower back, and I pulled her in for a kiss and an ass grab before I let her go. I returned to Crow, where he remained seated at the table, drinking his wine and watching the sea stretch out over the horizon to the mainland in the distance. “Are we done here?”
He swirled the rest of his wine in the bottom of the glass before he finished it off. “We both know you’re the only one who can stop Darius.”
“Really? Because we’re in this situation because he outsmarted and outmaneuvered me in the first place. He’s an irrational psychopath, but make no mistake, he’s smarter than you give him credit for.”
“And you understand that better than anyone, Constantine.” He rose to his feet and buttoned the front of his suit. “Think it over.”
“Told you I already made my decision.”
He started to walk away. “I’m sure if you turned on the news, you’d feel differently.”
Chapter 17
Constantine
I joined her in the shower, bounced her up and down on my length while she gripped my shoulders for support, thrust my hips from underneath and made up for the workout I’d skipped that morning. Even with the water that streamed down our bodies, I could feel her cream around my length and building up around my base. Her body hadn’t changed to the naked eye, but my perception of her figure was completely different now. She’d always been a fine woman whom I wanted to fuck in every way imaginable, but knowing she was pregnant was the biggest turn-on. I dreaded the day she wasn’t pregnant anymore because I would miss this time.
After the fun was over, we stood in the shower together, and I rubbed soap into her soft skin, watched the water run down her beautiful body, making her hair stick to the back of her neck. Not much was said, but our eyes feasted on each other like we hadn’t really looked at each other in a long time.
“I’m sorry for my treason,” I said, apologizing again because the guilt was still there.
“It’s okay,” she said. “I said I forgive you.”
“I know, but I see now why it was fucked up.”
She touched my arms, traced the big muscles like they were mountains. “It’s in the past now. I’m not one to hold a grudge, especially against someone this fucking hot.” She smiled up at me, her eyes turning playful like she wanted to lift my mood.