Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 41246 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41246 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
I turned back and went inside. For some fucked up reason I wanted to put eyes on her, see if she was okay. There was no point in denying I was attracted, but there was nothing saying I had to follow through. I’ll just get things back on track and keep my distance.
I walked back into the office and made sure to keep my eyes off her tits. Her face looked sad and hurt but I couldn’t let that shit stop me from doing what I knew I had to.
“Put your shirt back on.” She looked at me like I was speaking a foreign language. “The one you had on before. You can’t wear that shit around here unless you’re trying to get violated.” I was being a douche, my voice way harsher than it needed to be. She probably thought I was blaming her for what had happened between us. Good let her think that I’m that much of an asshole. That should keep her hot little ass out of the line of fire.
She rummaged through the shopping bag and came out with a tee shirt, which she pulled on over the contraption she was wearing. Did she have to look like I’d slapped her? I was doing this shit for her-own good. Besides, her tiny ass couldn’t handle my dick anyway. Shit was as long as her leg. You need to think about something else bro. Other than the tight fit of her pussy around your cock. For fuck sake get a grip.
I swallowed around the lump in my throat and walked over to the filing cabinet as if looking for something when what I was really doing was trying to hide the bulge in my jeans. That shit was starting to hurt like a son of a bitch.
I could go drag one of the sheep away for some relief, but today the thought left me cold. What the fuck? I looked down at my dick. The thought of laying with one of the others had my shit deflating. This shit can’t be right. But I was seeing it with my own two eyes.
One look over my shoulder at her told me it wasn’t a permanent situation. My boy jumped as soon as my eyes touched the top of her fucking head. I tested that shit again and sure as fuck, I think about rubbing skins with someone else and my shit revolted. Huh! It’ll pass.
“What do you want for lunch?” That was my reason for coming in here in the first place before I got sidetracked earlier. She perked right the fuck up and grabbed her bag, heading for the door. I stood where I was not getting nowhere near her ass.
“I was thinking of calling up my friends. I haven’t seen them since I went away to school and since I’m not going back for a while I thought…”
“No you didn’t, you didn’t think. Because if you had you would know how fuck stupid it is to even think about going out in the open when assholes are after you.”
“I did think of that. You can watch over me, or you can get one of your guys…”
“Not gonna happen. Now tell me what you want it’s almost time for the food run.”
“Well what are my choices?”
“Burger and fries, some kinda sandwich what do you usually eat for lunch?”
“Not any of those things you just mentioned. Do you have a gym at your place? I forgot to look.” I gave her my best glare but she brushed that shit off.
“Didn’t think so. I’ll have a chicken Caesar easy on the dressing.”
“Right, a chicken sandwich it is.” She rolled her damn eyes and put her hand on her hip ready to tear into me. Why the fuck do I feel like laughing?
“That’s not what I said. I said…”
I slammed out the door before she could start anymore of her shit. I found myself smiling at her scream of outrage and the thump on the door. At least she wasn’t looking like I’d slapped her anymore.
Dammit, she wasn’t supposed to be part of the deal. Neither was that damn stipulation in the will. Maybe I’d done too good a job at hiding my true feelings over the years. I didn’t know I was that good an actor.
Whatever, pretty soon now the game will be over and I could move the fuck on with my life. I’d played my hand very well, but it looks like I might’ve played it too well. I still had yet to decide if I was playing the winning hand. I wasn’t in the market for a wife at least I hadn’t been. But who’s to say I couldn’t change the game up in the last stretch? Don’t think with your dick Stone.
I wonder what made him do it. What made my sworn enemy give his daughter to me? Do I feel guilt over what I’d done? Fuck no. But it sure made for a sticky situation. Fucker’s still fucking with me.