Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
God, yes, 100 percent, Emelia. What the hell is wrong with you?
But here I am. Enjoying the fuck yet only tolerating the fucker. However, at least there is something pleasing coming from this relationship. A woman should never be ashamed to get hers. Men have been doing it for years, so why shouldn’t we?
“Money has been around my whole life. Yours is no different. Don’t overinflate your ego; it’s already spilling over.”
“Oh, how mighty of you, Emelia. I would debate that out of the two us, your ego is the one overflowing.”
My eyes burn holes into his, but Nico doesn’t crack. I try to out-stare him, but the tension in the car grows, and the way he looks at me—like he’s fucking me with his eyes—is enough to have me backing down first. I hate that.
I mentally scold myself as I continue to look out the window. I’m sure I’ll have time to get him back with a snide remark, maybe prolong his orgasm, and for sure test his limits. Might as well make this fun while it lasts.
The only two things we have in common—we find joy in pissing each other off and fucking each other madly.
Minutes later, we arrive at the port, and I see the yacht a ways out, kissing where the water meets the sun. I hurry to open my door and meet him on his side, since I know he was going to try to open my door so his guards would think he’s the one in charge. I take a mental tally of points. That was for sure a hit to his ego.
He mumbles under his breath, then blurts out orders for his men to grab the luggage and move it to the dinghy. Even the small boat meant for quick transport from the dock to the yacht is nice. Nico really is a man who is overly proud of his money. You would think men like him wouldn’t flash their money around like it's nothing. Rich men with real power don’t have to brag.
I shrug to myself, and he lowers his glasses from his eyes, looking at me.
“What?”
“Nothing, Nico. Just thinking all kinds of things that would piss you off. Nice boat. Let’s go.” I step ahead of him, and he grabs my elbow firmly and pulls my back harshly to his front.
“Listen. The jabs are useless and unbecoming of a boss’s wife. Shape up, Emelia, or you will spend every moment of this honeymoon alone,” he sneers.
“What a dream,” I retort, smiling wickedly. I peer up and back at him, and he growls again before I yank my arm away. He stays there for a bit, and I all but skip to the boat with pride swelling wildly in my chest.
I know I re-waved the white flag during my apology last night, but this banter is all in good fun. We’re on our honeymoon, after all, and this shit is like foreplay for us.
I sit at the back and rest my arms on the rail of the boat, peering at the coastline. He takes the front, and I enjoy that space. I’ve spent my entire life in silence, and when I can be alone and not under the thumb of someone, it's peaceful. Every damn second.
The boat glides along the water, the coast fading, and the turquoise sea turns to deeper shades of blue. It’s a color I can’t describe, but it's breathtaking. The wind whips my hair and nearly becomes one with it, and my skin prickles with the right mix of chill from the wind and kiss of the sun.
I remove my sunglasses so I can really enjoy the sights encompassing me. There are cliffs, the shore, the water, even random clusters of small mountains emerging from the sea. My father traveled a lot with my mother, and other times with my brothers, but I never went. I wasn’t jumping and begging to go anywhere with him, but it would have been nice if I could’ve gone alone at least and seen some of the world. Being sheltered makes moments like this worth one’s weight in gold.
I sneak a look at Nico, and our eyes meet. But just like that, they break contact, and we resume the standoff. It’s so hard to read this man. If I’m supposed to report back to my father about all-things Nico, I will have to crack him and get inside his mind. And sure, the banter is fun and leads to the best sex, but every once in a while, I spot that look on him, of intrigued desire to see what would be if we could just get along.
Maybe this is the best way to get in. Keep up the back and forth and the moods that make his brows furrow as he clenches his jaw.