Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 39740 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39740 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
“I didn’t tell you this, but every night when we hang up the phone, I lay in bed craving you. I knew that’s what it was, but I thought we should clear the air between us first and figure out a way around anyone finding out before we’re ready. But then this happened.”
“Clear the air about what?” That was my cue to fill her in on my revenge plan. I didn’t know what to expect. She’d said more than once that she didn’t consider Janice and Lacey human furthermore family, but who knows how true that was.
“That’s diabolical.” I accepted the judgment and felt it in my gut. “I like it.” She had this evil look on her face, and then she broke into maniacal laughter that set us both off again, and we ended up right where we started, with her in my arms.
LILY
This is more twisted than can be put into words. Who would’ve thought the day I sent those images to that unknown boy would turn into this? I know what people might think, but there was no thought of Lacey, her mother, or their past treatment in my mind when we kissed.
There were no other thoughts but the way he made me feel. I’ve been kissed before, though not like this. Not a kiss that made my whole body tingle from head to toe and places between my thighs ache and grow wet. Of course, Tommy Tilson was all of thirteen when he stole that kiss, and the black eye he got persuaded him not to do it again, so there were no repeats.
An inborn fear of getting married too young and losing my dreams kept me out of the clutches of the high school and college boys who were always flocking around me either because of my wealth or the unusual color of my eyes.
I didn’t come here for this; I came so that I could acquire the tools needed to run my family’s company in the future. The company that had been promised to me by my grandparents a long time ago.
One of the reasons I stopped caring about my father’s actions is because I know something he doesn’t. He and his wife are expecting a big payout upon the death of his parents, but I know the truth. They told me the day I turned eighteen, and they had me meet with their lawyer to sign the papers, making me the heir to all they owned.
My father would be getting a whopping one hundred thousand, but that was nothing compared to the almost billion dollars I stood to inherit, and that was before we took into consideration the worth of the companies we owned globally and domestically.
I was sworn to secrecy, so not even my mother knows. She thinks all the meetings with lawyers were about my trust. I’ve already been getting quarterly reports as well as a stipend, which is separate from my trusts, of which I only use the interest for my expenses, which are practically nonexistent.
My maternal grandparents bought me the off-campus condo, which was in my name since I was the only other heir to their fortune besides my mother, who was their only child. Something else Janice finds issue with.
She was brought up solidly middle class, and it burns her ass that Mom was always everyone’s princess. I’m sure she felt as if she’d won big when she stole Dad away from her, but if I had to take a guess, I’d say Mom came out the winner since Dad was no prize.
So, I was here to prove to my grandparents that when they were gone, which I hope is a very long time from now, the company they’d put their blood, sweat, and tears into would be in good hands.
But this-this felt like it could be something. I’d heard his wild revenge plans and thought they were well deserved. But I wonder if he’d given any thought to how much more devastating it would be if the two of us were together.
I dared not bring it up because he’s already been abused by my family, but I felt the pull long before tonight. It had been building each time his arm brushed against mine, or he looked into my eyes too long.
I like his straight-talking, no-nonsense demeanor, the way he knows what he wants, and his moral sense of justice. But if I’m honest, what I like most of all is the way he makes my heart beat out of time.
I like the way he makes me forget everything else but him. And the way he pushes me when I get tired and want to give up because the class is too hard. Not that I would, but it’s nice to have someone there who cared enough to talk me down off the ledge whenever I climbed up there.