Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
The mansion was a limestone chateau modeled after the Palace of Versailles, designed in the style of 17th-century French classicism. Giant iron gates and limestone pillars opened to a driveway lined with trees, creating a grand entrance that led to the two-story house. It was set on half a dozen acres with opulent gardens and open lawns, giving the feel of the French countryside.
It was perfect for a big family, and not just because the grounds provided lots of room for the kids to run around. There were eight bedrooms, a dozen bathrooms, staff quarters, a ballroom, a theater room, and other spaces to enjoy together. After we christened every room in the house, I intended to fill all those bedrooms.
The interior design had been done to match the architecture of the mansion, so it was quite ornate with multiple chandeliers, gold leafing, wrought-iron doors, and multiple other features that made it seem more like a museum.
It needed Faith’s touch to make it a home.
As she thumbed through the photos, her face went back and forth between delight and cringing, making me laugh.
“It’s a bit much, isn’t it? That’s why I need help, to figure out how to keep the authenticity while making it a comfortable home for my family.”
Faith stiffened, and after a beat, she briefly glanced at me before returning to the photos.
Rather than demand an explanation, I waited silently for her to put her thoughts together and tell me what was bothering her.
She cleared her throat and asked, “Are you, um, you never mentioned being married.” Her voice sounded so dejected that I was tempted to lay my cards all on the table. But there was still too much time before I could make her mine, too much time for her to be talked out of being with me. Not that she had a choice, but it would be easier to show her our incredible future together by immediately living it.
And putting my kid in her would tie her to me in yet another way. I intended to work on that as soon as she had my ring on her finger. Lucky for me, her body would be ripe and ready for breeding a week after her birthday.
I knew this because I’d had my team keeping track of her doctor visits to make sure she didn’t get a prescription for birth control. When she’d gone to see her gynecologist, I’d nearly blown all my plans by kidnapping her right then and there. However, it turned out to be her yearly checkup—luckily with a female doctor or I would have lost my shit—and after having the records hacked, I found they kept a chart of her cycles.
Knowing I wouldn’t have to wait to knock her up had made me so fucking hot. I couldn’t wait to sink inside her young, virgin pussy and fill her with my seed. I’d fuck her like a man possessed until I knew it had taken root.
I doubted that would change much after she was pregnant, though. My obsession with her knew no bounds. Most would probably consider it an unhealthy fixation, but I didn’t give a fuck what anyone thought except Faith.
Which was why I was so pleased to see that she seemed disappointed by the idea that I might not be free.
“I’m not married, blue eyes. And before you ask, I’m not engaged either.”
“Oh.” She looked up, and her expression was adorably confused.
I chuckled and folded my hands together on the tabletop to keep from touching her. “Future family, Faith.”
She cleared her throat again and tried to sound nonchalant when she asked, “Sounds like you have someone in mind, though.”
“I do,” I answered honestly. “She just doesn’t know how I feel about her yet. Although, if she really thought about it, she could probably figure it out.” My eyes drilled into her, willing her to understand my hint.
Faith’s skin flushed, and she immediately dropped her head down and pretended to pore over the photos again. But I hadn’t missed her relieved smile, and I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing. She was so damn cute, and I fucking loved that she was so open and honest.
“That’s a big house,” she murmured.
“For a big family,” I agreed. “I’m an only child, and I always knew I wanted my children to grow up with a lot of siblings. I don’t want a quiet and organized life. I want lots of laughter, messes, chaos, and love.”
Faith’s deep blue orbs melted, and she sighed dreamily. “That’s how I grew up, and if I ever have kids, I want them to have the same experience.”
“You will,” I stated. Sooner than you think, blue eyes.
5
Rush
I smiled warmly at Faith as she pulled out a chair and sat at the table next to mine. “Good morning, blue eyes.”