Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 164263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 821(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 821(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
“Aston Martin DB11.” He starts the engine and it roars with a deep growl.
“Oh…jeez.” I widen my eyes at him and he smiles. “It’s so loud.”
He revs the engine again. “That’s the point.”
He glances over at me, stops what he’s doing, leans over and pulls my face to his and kisses me. “I can’t stop kissing you.”
My heart somersaults in my chest at the emotion behind his kiss.
Okay…stop it.
This is just stupidity, am I dreaming right now, because if I am, don’t wake me up.
He pulls out of the underground parking lot as I concentrate on wiping the stupid smile from my face.
This feels so surreal.
He begins to chat casually as we weave through the traffic, he’s holding my hand in his and every now and then he lifts it and kisses my fingertips as if we are long-lost lovers and this is the most natural thing in the world.
I feel stunned to silence, unable to push a word past my lips because goddamn it, Bastard Mr. Prescott was hot, but Swoony Prescott is to die for.
His dark hair is messed to perfection, and as he drives I can see the muscles in his forearm contract. The chunky designer watch he has on is probably worth more than my apartment, but it’s the carefree smile he’s wearing. Broad and beautiful, and for the first time it feels like he’s giving it to me of his own free will.
Honestly….
It’s taking all my might not to undress again right here, right now.
“Where am I going?” he asks as we pull off the highway into Nice.
“You know where I live.” I smile over at him.
He smirks as his eyes flick between me and the road and he takes a right turn.
“Ha, see. You do know where I live.”
“Never said I didn’t.” He turns again at the Mont Boron sign. “This is a nice area,” he says as he looks around. “Like, really nice.”
“It is.” I smile calmly but my mind is racing a million miles per minute.
Is he going to ask to see me again?
Will I be waiting on tenterhooks all week for him to call me?
No. I already know that I can’t put myself through that. I have to force the issue now, and if he’s not prepared to lock something in then I have to cut my losses. I can’t have another week like I did last week.
Stop it, act cool.
“It’s this one up here on the left with the sandstone.” The car pulls into my driveway. “Are you….” I shrug, unsure what to ask.
“I can’t come in.” He glances at his watch. “I have to play polo and am already cutting it fine.”
“How are you going to play polo with no sleep?”
“God knows.” He gives me a breathtaking smile and my heart somersaults in my chest for the tenth time this morning.
My fangirling of him is becoming embarrassing.
EDWARD
Alora looks over at me and her eyes search mine. She wants more….
“Have a great day,” I tell her.
I watch her face fall as she realizes I’m not asking to see her again, and if I were a better man, I would.
I just can’t….
“You too.” She forces a smile as she opens the car door. “Have fun at polo.” She slams the door hard, revealing her hidden anger, and marches up to her front door.
I fight the urge to follow her inside because I know we need to be over.
Before it even began…. But maybe that’s a good thing because the way she has me feeling is not okay.
I pull out onto the street and drive away deep in thought.
If only….
Dragging my hand through my hair, I feel an uneasiness run through my veins.
I’m completely rattled.
I need to sort my shit out, and fast.
I pull into the parking lot of the Monte Carlo polo club and see Theo getting out of his car and I pull in beside him.
He leans on his car as he waits for me. “Hurry up,” he mouths as he glances at his watch.
“Yeah, yeah.” I climb out and grab my bag from the trunk.
“How was your night?” he asks.
“Good.” I slam the trunk closed and glance over to see him smirking. “What?”
“Well….” He falls in to walk beside me.
“Well, what?” I look over to see my horse trailers parked, my six horses are being led out by my stable hands.
“You’ve got it that bad, huh?”
“Not in the least.”
“Don’t give me that fucking shit.” He follows me over to my trailer. “You have guards on her while you’re not even here and then they tell me that the minute you found out she was out last night you immediately flew home.”
“Hello.” I smile to Amber.
“Hello, Mr. Prescott. Ready for your game today, sir?”
“I am, thank you.” I pick up a brush and begin to brush Camelot, my horse.
“Well?” Theo puts his hands on his hips. “I’m waiting.”