Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22674 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22674 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
“Well, what do you think?” It’s a rhetorical question, but she knows that.
“I mean, it’s tiny,” she quips. “But I could get used to it.”
I grin back at her. “Yeah, I bet you could.”
She already looks like she belongs here. Like the whole place was designed around her. With her in mind.
Moments ago, she was my son’s fiancée. An eighteen-year-old beauty that I knew I should stay away from. Now she’s a queen. A queen who belongs in my penthouse. Who belongs in my bed, at my side with my arm wrapped around her.
My hands belong all over her body. Up her dress, down her shirt. My fingers threaded through her hair.
I can’t help but still feel like I should stay away from this girl.
Taking her into my life is going to change everything.
She’s a goddess. An allure. Pure temptation that I can already feel myself being wrapped up in.
And that’s why I’m helpless.
I can’t get rid of her. I can’t fight this urge. Every second that ticks by is torture. And when she looks back at me with those adorable eyes, I feel myself losing control.
How could my son do this? Is it my fault? Did I raise him wrong? When his mother left, I tried to make his life easy. Make things simple. Maybe I gave him too much. Maybe I spoiled him. That was always a worry in the back of my mind, but I just thought he’d end up being overly cocky. I never thought he’d have the balls to make a move on my girlfriend, especially while cheating on his fiancée.
Not like I was that attached to Clarice anyway. But still.
“I appreciate you bringing me here,” Katie says, her voice soft and low. “But I should go.”
“What are you talking about?”
She hangs her head, hiding those cute eyes from me. “It is my fault. If I wasn’t such a prude, Kyle wouldn’t have done what he did.”
My heart sinks. So she does blame herself.
Son of a bitch.
Quiet stretches over the room like a wire drawn tight. I know the consequences of getting closer to her. The urges are already threatening to take over my body. But I can’t just watch her stand there any longer. She looks miserable. She feels responsible for this mess. And that can’t go on.
“Katie, I told you this is not your fault,” I say, stepping closer, so close I can feel the heat from her body. Smell her scent. My nostrils flare, and my lungs warm.
She lifts her head. There are those cute eyes again.
My cock flexes beneath my pants. My head is nearly spinning with desire.
“But…most girls my age put out for their boyfriends…” She’s shaking her head. Finding blame to place on herself.
“Kyle was never your boyfriend.” I take her hand in mine. Such soft skin. Tender flesh. “He was a fiancé arranged by your father and me…”
A flash of guilt strikes me like a punch to the gut. I bite my lower lip as I look down at her.
“If this is anyone’s fault, it’s mine,” I say. “And I’m going to make it up to you.”
Goddamn right I am.
I’m gonna worship her perfect body. Drag my tongue across her pristine pussy. Slide my cock into her and fuck her until she screams my name and comes so many times she nearly passes out.
And I’m this close. My hand is tingling as I reach out, ready to slide up and under her shirt and knead the tender flesh of her breast.
But that’s when I see it. The hesitance in her eyes.
This girl is not ready for what I have to give her. As much as it pains me, I have to wait. I have to hold back.
“You’ll stay here for now. Anything you want is yours. Consider it my penance for putting you in that horrible position.”
It’s a declaration. Not a question.
Before I lose complete control, I release her hand and turn away. Yes, you’ll stay here for now. But whether or not I let you leave…that’s a question.
3
KATIE
Kyle is blowing up my phone. I’m about to either block him or turn it off.
They started off nice. Apologies and all that stuff. But when I didn’t respond, they very quickly took another turn.
Fine, fuck you bitch. You don’t deserve me. Prude little nun. No wonder you’re a virgin. What guy would ever want you?
I really don’t want to care—at all—but it’s hard to just let a guy talk to you like that and not have a reaction. Part of me wants to text him back. Call him all kinds of names or at least send him some middle-finger emojis. But then I feel like I’d be giving in. Playing his game.
Maybe I should just call him. Then I could cuss him out, instantly block him, and never have to hear from him again.