Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 89953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
“I went by your apartment the other day. Looks like you moved.”
“Yep.” I wasn’t going to elaborate on my living status. I didn’t want him to follow me, but if he did show up at Calloway’s doorstep, I’d love to see what would happen to him. “So, were you planning on making a donation to For All? If not, I’ve got things to do.”
He chuckled like I’d made some kind of joke. “Right to the point. Like usual.”
I dropped my civility because I couldn’t handle it anymore. “Get out, Hank. Otherwise, I’m calling the police.”
“So they’ll do what?” He smiled in his typical, cruel way. “Bring me lunch?”
I’d filed a restraining order against him a year and a half ago, but the judge denied it. Hank had so much power in government I was defenseless against him. The justice system failed me horribly, and I had no rights or protection against this man. I was on my own—literally. “So I don’t bash your skull in.” I grabbed the bat sitting under my desk and stood to my full height, gripping the handle with both hands. He might be able to overpower me, but I would get a lot of good swings in before that happened. “You want to rumble, asshole? Give me your best shot.”
His smile dropped, and he became uneasy. He was at a disadvantage by not knowing what other weapons could he hiding around. “Hadn’t seen you in a while. Just wanted to check on things.”
“In case you haven’t noticed, I’m good.”
“Where are you living?” The question came from nowhere. It must have been something he meant to ask before he even walked in.
Like I’d ever tell. “None of your concern.”
“You aren’t in the system anywhere. Your mail is still going to your old address.”
I hadn’t had a chance to forward it. But now, I’d make sure to send it to a PO box. “Get the fuck out before I kill you.” I’d never meant a threat more in my life. I would accept a lifetime of imprisonment as long as this asshole was off the streets. Sons of bitches like him preyed on the weak—like I used to be. They took advantage of a person’s lack of power and exploited it as much as possible. I would never forget what he did to me, how he broke my arm in two places.
Hank gave me a threatening look as he backed up to the door. He was afraid of me—to some degree. He knew I had the rage and self-defense skills to kick his ass if necessary. The only way he could go head-to-head with me was if he had a gun. I could handle anything else. “I’ll be seeing you, baby.” His back hit the door, and he opened it as he kept moving. He stepped out, and the door shut behind him, the bell ringing.
“In hell.”
22
Calloway
I walked inside the house then immediately enveloped Rome in my arms. She was in the kitchen like every other night, and this time, I didn’t care about dinner. I pressed her against the counter and kissed her hard on the mouth, my cock stiff and eager to be inside her. My tongue darted into her mouth and danced with hers, a seductive tango.
She gripped my biceps and crinkled the material of my suit. Her sweltering tits pressed against me, hard through the blouse she wore. When her nails dug into the fabric, she moaned into my mouth, a sound sexier than anything else I’d ever heard.
“Missed you.” I was a dick to her last night, and I knew it. The fight we had was stupid, and if I wanted to be man enough to keep her, I’d have to straighten out. I wasn’t willing to break for her, but I was willing to bend.
“Missed you too.”
I hiked up her dress then set her on the counter. Her panties were brushed to the side, and I pulled my cock out of my slacks and boxers to slip inside her. As I anticipated, she was soaked. I slipped inside her and felt her stretch, feeling every inch of heaven as I slid inside. “Now I missed you even more.”
She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me harder than before, her pussy taking the pounding I gave her. We’d been fucking for weeks, and I was finally beginning to break her in. Her pussy accommodated my size better, and she seemed to enjoy it even more. I loved conquering her as virgin land, as an untouched paradise no man had ever enjoyed before. I wanted to be the only man inside her for the rest of time.
We ate dinner together in our underwear. I wore my boxers at the table, my chest and arms bare. She wore my collared shirt with her panties underneath. With her messy hair and puckered lips, she looked like a goddamn fantasy.