Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 139789 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 699(@200wpm)___ 559(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139789 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 699(@200wpm)___ 559(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
Why was I allowing myself to get emotionally attached to him? Especially after what happened the last time I allowed myself to be emotionally swept away by a man.
I was not comparing Alec to Jason - because Jason is a wank stain and Alec was not - but there was a similarity at how fast I let myself get lost in both men. Jason emotionally cracked me in about two weeks, and Alec in just two days.
Was I a hopeless romantic, or just hopeless?
Hopeless.
I was definitely hopeless.
After all, I fully knew this could come crumbling down at any given second so why did I agree to be Alec's real girlfriend? Why couldn't I have just said no?
Because I was a fucking eejit who thought with her vagina instead of her head.
I was so bloody stupid.
I mean, let's just look at how Alec came to be my boyfriend. He was a retired escort for crying out loud! He was doing me a favour by coming with me to this wedding, and here I was mad that he was dancing with someone when we both know dancing with women is nothing compared to what he can do with them.
Sexually, I've only had a taste of Alec - or he has only had a taste of me - but be that as it may, I knew he would ruin me for any other man. I just knew it.
I liked Alec, I didn't like when his arsehole trait came out to play, but I did enjoy his company and how he made me feel anything other than homely.
This confused me because unlike my relationship with Jason, I knew there was a higher percentage of things that could go belly up with Alec and yet I still wanted to be with him.
What. The. Fuck?
"I hate being a woman," I muttered out loud earning a chuckle from my left, which caused me to jump with fright because I didn't hear anyone sit down next to me.
"I didn't mean to startle you, miss?"
"Daley," I replied to the middle aged, American man who was sat in Jonathan's seat.
"Miss Daley... a relation of the bride?"
I nodded my head. "Yes, Micah is me younger cousin."
The man smiled at me and I noticed the creases around his eyes deepened. He was a good looking man, tanned skin, dark hair with an impressive beard.
"I'm afraid I don't know the bride, only her father."
I raised my brows. "You're a friend of me uncle?"
The man nodded. "Yes, well more of a business associate, than a friend."
I smiled. "Can't mix business with pleasure, huh?"
The man chuckled. "Precisely."
I continued to smile as I looked out at the dance floor where everyone was having fun dancing.
"Shouldn’t you be out there dancing and having fun?" the man from my left asked.
I shook my head. "Nah, I just ate and unlike everyone else, I need time before I can move again."
The man laughed. "When you can move, I'm sure Alec will happily take your for a twirl on the dance floor."
I looked to the man and said, "You know me boyfriend?"
The man looked shocked, extremely shocked. "Alec Slater is your boyfriend?"
What the hell was that tone supposed to mean... did this man think Alec was too good for me, too?
I openly frowned at the man who quickly cleared his throat and said, "Forgive me, I think out loud sometimes... Yes, I know Alec. I am an old friend of his."
Now it was my turn to be shocked.
"From America or Ireland?"
The man chuckled. "America... we go way back."
Wow.
"Really? Might I ask your name?"
"Of course sweetheart." The man smiled wide.
"My name is Marco, Marco Miles."
"Nice to meet you, sir, I'm Keela."
Marco smiled as he accepted my outstretched hand and raised it to his mouth were he kissed my knuckles.
"The pleasure is all mine, Keela."
I smiled. "Alec will be so surprised to see someone he knows here."
Marco chuckled. "Trust me sweetie, he will be more than surprised to see me."
I grinned. "A good surprised or a bad surprised?"
Marco wiggled his fingers. "I'm going to go with the latter, but Alec is a free spirit so I can't really be sure."
"I doubt that, sir. Alec is always happy, I doubt anythin' could upset him."
Marco looked out to the dance floor. "You'd be surprised."
What?
"I'll excuse myself so I can seek out your uncle, business can't wait today it seems." Marco smiled.
I nodded to him. "It was nice to meet you, sir."
"Marco please, just Marco. I'm no sir, sweetie."
Umm, okay?
"It was nice to meet you, Marco."
Marco bowed his head to me and said, "Until our next meeting."
With that said he moved away from me and got lost in the crowd of people. I spent a minute or two trying to spot Marco again but he wasn't anywhere to be seen.
"Well, that was weird."
"What was weird?"
I jumped at Alec's voice.
"You frightened me!" I snapped and smacked Alec who was now laughing at me as he retook his seat.
"Sorry, kitten."
I waved him off. "It's okay, I was in a world of me own."
Alec nodded to my belly. "Is there still a threat of your stomach exploding?"
Smartarse.
I shrugged. "Press on it and you can find out."
Alec pulled back from me. "Uh, no thanks."
I snickered and said, "So how was dancin' with Jason's tramp of a sister?"
Alec raised his eyebrows at me. "Is she a tramp for dancing with me or for another reason?"
"For dancin' with you and for another reason," I replied.
Alec shook his head. "Damn, who would have ever guessed you would be possessive of me."
"Not me," I muttered.
Alec nudged my leg with his knee. "I like it," he said.
I rolled my eyes. "Yeah? Well, I don't. We're only datin' two days and have known each other five. It's too soon for either one of us to feel possessive."
Alec snorted. "Not in my world, kitten."
"Your world is mess up."
"That is already known knowledge," Alec teased.
I tried to keep a straight face, but I caved and giggled when he leaned into me and kissed my face.
"I could eat you up."