Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 110824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
“I—You—What?”
“I would have married you. You were old enough to say I do without your mom being able to say shit. I would have gotten you out of there in a heartbeat, Gia. I hate like fuck I wasn’t in your life back then.”
“You’re kind of freaking me out right now.”
I grin at her. “Then stop. We don’t have time for you to panic right now. I need you to fix Zane some lemon pancakes and tell him to leave so I can take you to work.”
“No. Zane can take me. You have work. You know you should do that—or maybe even sleep.”
“I do have work and I am tired, but I want the morning with you. I want to take you to work and I’m not going to let another man steal that opportunity from me. I will probably have to leave you again soon and I want every minute I can have with you in the meantime.”
“Where are you going?” I respond, vaguely remembering he mentioned something about it before, but my mind was all messed up.
“I will have to go back to Greece, maybe. After that, I will need to be gone for a bit.”
“Where?” she asks, and I frown. I don’t want to lie to her. I also don’t want to let her know what I’m doing. That means this entire conversation makes me uneasy.
“I will have to go do some business for the family. I’m not exactly sure where that will lead me.”
“I see,” she says, and I can tell she doesn’t really.
“I don’t mean to be vague. I promise to tell you more when I can,” I compromise.
“Okay, Victor,” she says, getting up. I don’t want her to leave, but we do need to get the day started.
Once she’s standing, I raise up and take her back into my arms. “One more taste of your lips, sweetheart.”
She leans in and tilts her head back. I hold her neck and take the kiss I want. My grip is firm. I won’t hide how much I need her. She needs to know. I kiss her deeply and I try—with everything in me—to show her just how much I care about her.
angelina
. . .
The rest of the morning was kind of quiet. I made the pancakes and both Zane and Victor seemed to like them. Victor was also a lot calmer since our talk in the bedroom. I’m glad, but I can’t feel the same. I’m a mess of confusion and fear. I don’t have time to think about it right now, I will later. I’m actually looking forward to escaping to work. I need the time in my office alone to think about everything.
Having a quiet breakfast with the guys is helping me to feel better, though. It helps that whatever animosity that started between them seems to be gone now. The only uncomfortable moment came when I started to sit down with them, and Victor pulled me into his lap and decided to feed me from his plate. I was a little embarrassed but, Zane just looked at me and winked. I mustered up a smile and just shook my head.
“Angel, those were the best pancakes I believe I’ve ever had in my life.”
I look up at Zane while slipping my shoes on. “Glad you enjoyed them. If Victor ever makes you stand watch here again, I’ll make you dinner. You’ll have to let me know what you like.”
“After tasting your pancakes, I’m pretty sure anything you fix will be my favorite,” He says, and I laugh.
“Don’t make me kill you, Zane. Gia is spoken for. Find your own woman,” Victor growls. The vibration of his words seems to roll through me, lighting tiny fires inside of me.
“Angel might be the only single woman around that’s worth dying for,” he jokes, causing me to blush even more than I already was.
Victor lets out a rumbling noise and my gaze jerks up to him. I try to give him a smile and that seems to lighten the air around him—at least a little.
“See you later, Vic,” Zane says, and with a jerk of his head, he leaves. The door closes and Victor’s arms tighten around me.
“You ready to leave, Kitten?”
“Not really, but I better. I like my job and I already have taken half a day off. I don’t want to upset them. I can’t afford to get fired. I have to keep a roof over my head,” I laugh.
“You could move under my roof.”
“Victor—”
“Shit. I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to go there. I promise. Sometimes, when it comes to you, it’s hard to hold back.”
“I don’t want to disappoint you, Victor. It’s just, I’m kind of a mess.”
He kisses my forehead, then my cheek, my nose, my eyelids, my chin, my neck and just before I growl, he finally kisses my lips. It’s a brief kiss, but it is sweet and intense. When I open my eyes, it is to see his desire filled ones staring back at me. “You’re perfect. Stop worrying. Now, let’s get you to work.”