Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
“We don’t have to have sex. We didn’t on our wedding night. We’re not having a honeymoon. You have to come up with some lame excuse to force yourself to kiss me.” She laughed a little more. “This is so ridiculous.” She covered her mouth with her hand, as if she understood the joke. “I’m married to one of the scariest men alive and I’ve got to have sex with you. I bet you don’t want to have sex with me at all.” She put her hand on her waist. “I’ve been told enough times I’m not as good as Bethany.” She dropped the bottle to the floor and I watched as it smashed.
Adelaide bent forward laughing.
Anyone else, I’d have found this outburst annoying, but watching her, listening to her, I found her utterly enchanting. She snatched at the too-large shirt, ripping it over her head.
The only issue I had was the broken glass and her tender feet.
“Adelaide,” I said.
“No, no, no, you don’t get to come near me unless it’s to grant me a divorce.” She threw her shirt to the floor. I watched as she stumbled, stepping on broken glass. Adelaide cried out each time she did, and I went toward her, but she would only move away. As we did this dance, she removed her clothes until she stood before me in a pair of sexy white lingerie. All silk and lace, and so fucking sexy against her pale skin.
If I wasn’t so worried about her hurting herself, I’d give into the pleasure of being aroused, but watching those tender feet of hers, I felt fear. Her feet were already bleeding and I had to wonder about the amount of alcohol she’d consumed. She giggled again.
“You see, I’m nothing like Bethany. I am everything she hates. I don’t mind. I love my body,” she said. “But this is not what you want.”
She had no idea what she was talking about.
“Divorce me,” she said.
“Not going to happen.”
“You hate me! You can’t stand me. This is what you want, isn’t it? To find a reason to get rid of me so you don’t have to be near me. It’s why we haven’t consummated this marriage.” She lifted her hands into the air to give air quotes.
She stumbled, and this time I couldn’t stand to see her fall. Capturing her in my arms, I cradle her head against my chest, wanting to hold onto her. I breathed in her strawberry cream scent that was soon replaced as she bent forward and vomited all over my trousers and shoes. I should have expected that. Adelaide wasn’t a drinker.
Lifting her up into my arms, I realized she was a lot bigger than Bethany, but I didn’t care. I loved the feel of her in my arms. This, to me, felt right. She was perfect. She attempted to wriggle in my grasp, but I refused to let her go.
I went straight to the shower, where I dumped her on the floor and turned the shower on. I let the cold jets hit my back, covering her body so she wasn’t cold. Kicking off my sodden shoes and tearing my clothes away, I stood before her in a pair of boxers.
I lifted Adelaide up into my arms. “What do I have to do to get you to like me?”
I didn’t answer. Silence was the best.
The drink was making her weak, so I started washing her, taking my time, soaping her body, and then her hair. When she was clean, I held her in my arms. She still had on the bra and panties, and I wasn’t ready to take them off. She looked so good in them.
With a towel wrapped around her, the last of her energy was zapped away. I quickly dried her, and then took her through to our bedroom where I settled her into bed.
“My feet hurt,” she said.
Her eyes were already drooping. This is why I loved whiskey. The good stuff had a way of numbing any kind of pain. When I was sure she was out cold, the soft snores coming from her lips made me smile.
Returning to the bathroom, I cleaned up the blood from her feet, grabbed the first aid kit, and got to work at removing the shards of broken glass. Piece by piece. I didn’t need a doctor to look at my handiwork. Adelaide had been lucky as she’d only stepped on a couple of pieces. Her feet would sting, but there would be no lasting damage. Gripping her ankle, I lay a kiss to each one of her feet, and wondered if she would one day know the complete truth.
Chapter Seven
Adelaide
I had a very bad headache. Jerking up in bed, I covered my face with my hands as the pain exploded.
“There are painkillers by the water,” Andrei said.