Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 78264 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78264 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Dad’s chuckle follows me out of the sitting room. Walking out of the main house, I head in the direction of mine.
The late evening air is cold, especially with the breeze coming from the lake around the island. A chill creeps up my spine, and it has nothing to do with the chill in the air.
This afternoon I almost lost my shit when I saw Abigail had been crying. I was ready to rip someone’s throat out.
I was so fucking caught off guard by the intense protectiveness I felt toward the insufferable woman I couldn’t even tell her to go to hell when she taunted me.
I don’t fucking care about her.
Then why the fuck did I react so strongly to a couple of tears?
And the questions from Dad?
Am I missing something?
I open my front door and don’t even bother turning on the lights as I walk to my bedroom.
Yes, Abigail is beautiful, and sometimes her sass is amusing, but that’s where it ends.
You’ve jerked off more than you care to admit since she set foot in St. Monarch’s.
Fine, I admit there’s some kind of attraction, and her flirting with me every chance she gets doesn’t help, but I don’t plan on acting on it. The woman is fucking sexy, and any man with eyes in his head would find her desirable.
Stripping out of my clothes, I walk into the ensuite bathroom and turn on the faucets for the shower. I don’t wait for the water to warm before stepping beneath the spray, letting the drops hit my face.
Abigail Sartori is just a little girl who’s looking for entertainment while she’s at St. Monarch’s.
Daddy.
I hear her purr the word, and before I can banish the memory, I grow rock hard.
Never in my life did I think it would be a turn-on hearing a sexy woman call me Daddy.
Not just any woman. It’s the way Abigail says it. Her voice is always filled with promises of filthy sex and intense orgasms.
Fuck, she’s not just under my skin but running wild in my head.
Grabbing the body wash, I squirt some into my hand and begin to clean myself.
When my fingers close around my erection, memories of Abigail’s body straining beneath mine bombard me. I hear her voice as if she’s whispering in my ear, and before I know it, I’m shooting my load in the shower.
Christ. This has to stop.
Chapter 8
Abbie
A lot has happened in a short amount of time. I’m still trying to wrap my mind around it.
Aurora and Misha are a thing. Like an actual couple.
With Misha belonging to the bratva and Aurora’s father still their enemy, I don’t see how this will work.
Walking to the dining hall with my friend, I bite my bottom lip to keep the words in. She’s so freaking happy, and the last thing I want to do is pop her bubble.
We’re having dinner with Misha and his friends, which means I have to sit at a table with three bratva enforcers who probably won’t hesitate to kill me once we set foot off St. Monarch’s grounds.
Yay me.
When we reach the table, my eyes skim over the three men. They’re all attractive in their own way, and I’m sure girls fall over their feet to spend a night with them.
Just not this girl. My spine is stiff as Alek, the insane one, reaches for the chair next to his, yanking it back while muttering, “Sit your ass down, woman. I’m starving.”
You’re doing this for Aurora.
“Be still my beating heart,” I mutter as I slump down in the chair. I watch as Misha kisses Aurora on the forehead, and the moment is so sweet I briefly forget about the lunatic next to me.
I pick up a menu, and while scanning over the selection of food, I wave a server closer.
“What would you like to order, Madam?” the server asks.
I tap my pointer finger on my bottom lip as I say, “I want calamari with lemon butter, the fifty-hour-cooked beef short rib, and thhhhe…”
“Iisus Khristos,” Alek mutters next to me. “Just bring her the whole fucking menu.”
Shooting the jerk a scowl, I say. “Shut up.” I turn my attention back to the server and smile at him. “And I’ll have a serving of fries.” Just as the server looks at Alek, I add, “Oh, and a Sprite Zero, please.”
“Seriously?” Alek stares at me. “Diet soda won’t help shit when you eat so much.”
Excuse me?
My temper flares sky-high as I glare at the man who clearly has a death wish. “Are you calling me fat?”
His eyes drift over me, then the corner of his mouth lifts in a dark smirk. “No.”
Yeah, that’s what I thought.
“I like Sprite Zero,” I explain, then look at Aurora. “What are you having?”
“Your leftovers,” she chuckles.
Everyone places their orders, then Aurora and Misha forget about the world around them and start whispering to each other.