Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 36975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
“Sweetheart. Did you look at the London company hiring you?” Where is he going with this?
“Not in detail. I never had the time. It happened so fast, and you were there, and well. Nothing really mattered because I never intended on taking it. What is it?”
“It’s owned by the Bakersfield Organization.”
“What?” My heart drops into my stomach, and I feel sick.
“Yes.”
“It was a ruse to get me there, wasn’t it?”
“Yes.” I rush out of the truck and into the empty field, losing my breakfast.
“Fuck, baby girl. I’m so damn sorry.” He rubs my back as I dry heave. “Let me get you some water.” He comes back a moment later with a bottle. I gargle some water and spit it out, and then take a drink. “I should have waited to say anything.” He ducks his head down to his boots.
“It’s not your fault,” I say, pressing my hand to his chest, sending his gaze up to meet mine.
He cups the back of my neck, pulling me close. “No, but I could have waited until we got to the apartment, at least.”
“I’m ready to go now.” He guides me back to the truck, watching me as if I’m about to freak out again. We make it to his apartment in less than ten minutes.
A message comes from the company asking if I’d reconsider, and I let out a sigh, feeling the stress weighing me down. “They won’t quit, will they?”
“They will, if you want me to make them,” he says, sliding his arms around my body and kissing my throat.
I turn around in his arms and gasp. Immediately I’m filled with dread at the danger he could be in if he’s caught. “Please don’t tell me you’re going to kill them. I can’t have you go to jail.”
“I won’t kill them. I’ll make sure they go to jail, though.” Relief fills me, and then I remember how he’s a master at technology. He’s already dug into the dean’s life. He walks me over to the sofa and sits me down on his lap.
“Will I have to see them or testify?” I ask.
“No,” he says, and I believe him. “I’ll make sure our hands are clean and far away from the entire situation. I nod and cuddle into his chest.
Chapter Fifteen
Cyber
The surprise awaiting my in-laws brings me so much joy that I almost have a stiffy as I sit in my computer chair and watch the chaos unfold. The cameras were set up just outside their home in surveillance vans as the police conduct their raid. It’s taken two months, but I’ve gotten everything together and the bomb is about to drop on them.
Thirty-six possible felony charges, and none of them have anything to do with Andrea. I’ve left out the possible crimes they committed against her, even though they deserve to pay for those as well. Andrea’s feelings matter more than my need for revenge. I can make them pay in other ways. Besides, their suffering will be severe the second they go to prison anyway.
“What are you doing in here?” I nearly jump out of my seat. Spinning around, I smile at my wife.
“What are you doing here, my enchantress?”
“I’m leaving in ten minutes. Crystal’s on her way to scoop me up.” Andrea’s taken up a position as the temporary music teacher at the school three days a week, and performs with the orchestra four times a month in Dallas for their special concerts. Although, she’ll be taking a break in about seven months because I achieved my goal of adding to the Steeleville population from our first time together, or at least I like to believe so.
“You didn’t answer me. What are you up to?”
“Dealing with your parents. You want to watch?”
“Nope. I don’t want to know. I can’t say anything if I don’t see anything.”
“Then let’s get your pretty ass out of this room. In fact, I have a few minutes. Let’s see what I can do… to get your mind… off all things… the Coles,” I growl against her ear before biting down on it. She moans, tilting her head, giving me access. My dick hardens as I slide behind my wife, rubbing up on her ass, and snake my hand down her large breasts. “How is this?”
“Mm… nice.”
“Just nice? You don’t have time for nice.” I drop to my knees and bend her over the sofa. Luckily she’s wearing a skirt today. Sliding that fucker over her hips, I nudge her panties to the side and slam my tongue into her sweet hole, jabbing it, demanding her juices. She moans, pushing her ass in my face just like I love.
“Fuck,” she cries out, hands gripping the back of the sofa while I eat her pussy. Her sloppy wetness gets all over while I lick her up and down and dip one finger into her, sending her heels off the floor.