Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 67518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
“Dad!” Luxury shouts from the top of the stairs. “You told Victor to break things off with me?”
As she hurries down, I clear my throat. Because I’ve hidden more sins than either of them knows, I endeavor to support Dr. Whitson. “Wait, it's—”
“No, Vic.” Luxury cuts me off. Her wrath descends on another. All the anger funneled toward my abandoning her now claws into Whitson. “I'm not a child!”
Whitson’s hands go up in defense. “You deserve better than what he can give.”
“What’s that?”
Whitson stammers, “You’re my little . . . Luxxie.”
“Dad, you never call me Luxxie. That’s . . . you don’t call me Luxxie.”
“Well, you’re my baby. I said I’d check up on him, but I told myself I didn’t need to. Maybe I’ve made the wrong call in this instance. Your momma always told me unless I’m the Good Lord shining down, I don’t know it all.”
“Yes, Dad, you know everything. Let's go, Victor.” She grabs her purse from the side table. “I’m leaving, now!”
Although Whitson’s unaware of my identity, he’s got instincts. I’m a danger to his precious daughter—dodgier than Tudor Enterprise’s acquisition of a high-risk business. But I’ll wager I can keep her safer than any bloke I anticipated hiring. So, I have a few hours to convince my Little One to accompany me to England. I’ll continue to have Bobby George’s team protect Whitson while I hide my new possession from Grandmummy.
35
LUXURY
Dad fought me tooth and nail to uproot our lives, to create a fresh start. I came home one night with an empty savings account after placing a down payment on a loan for Urban Gardens. I showed him I’m not a child. Now, here’s to his next scheme.
Here’s to my obsession because I’d rather not readdress my previous notion that I shared my feelings too soon and point the finger at my father. I jab the elevator button, wondering, Had Dad scared Victor off?
Conflicted, I stare after Victor as he closes the door to my home. The adage that “you can’t change a man” becomes an unsolicited rumor slithering through my psyche. But does a person change with time? Or are humans set in our ways?
My aggravated musings evaporate along with all the neurons in my brain as Victor comes to me.
The doors coast open. Dark coals blaze over my skin. Heated palms rest on my waist, pushing me back against the elevator. My body hits the grating, and my favorite poison devours the shocked yelp from my lips.
Victor lowers his head, pressing his teeth into my neck. “Our first time on a lift concluded with my cock dipping into your magnificent cunt.”
A nip falls over my pulse. Then a bite clamps into the feverish flesh of my collarbone. The flood gates open in my panties.
While running his lips along the heated skin, Victor’s deep voice becomes a dark caress over me. “I bloody fucking missed you, Little One.”
“Good because I’m crazy over you.” My covetous fingers thread Victor’s hair. Sultry lips suck the supple skin at my neck, and his hands smooth over the electric current along my flesh.
As the elevator doors open, rain pours into the vestibule through an open door that swings in the wind.
“Oh, Vic, we don’t have an umb—”
His hands claim my face, kissing and tugging my lip. “You were in a rush. I’ll get us an umbrella . . . somewhere.”
Victor’s lips are still on mine while he begins to remove his blazer.
“Forget everything that happened. Today, I serve you, Little One,” he orders, unbuttoning his shirt. I’m left a panting mess while my pitiful stare trails his broad shoulders taper down to a chiseled chest.
I gasp. “No, don’t take off your shirt.”
Victor places the suit jacket over our heads, saying, “Whenever it rains, you’ll always think of me.”
Though smiling, I push the muscles of my cheeks harder. Show my contentment. But his enduring promise doesn’t sit right with me. Always think of him. This only implies that distance and time will become a factor in this intense love I have for him.
“Luxury? Are you thinking?” he scolds, placing out a stiff hand to stop the door from shutting.
I bite my lip.
“Stop it.” With a gesture of his head, I follow Victor out into the rain. Instantly, the corners of my mouth tip upward. I've never smiled so hard in my life, so I have to look away and laugh.
My next thought is to tell Victor I love him a billion times. But I'll take it slow and revel in the hypnotic hold he has on me. Victor escorts me to his Mercedes, which barely squeezes in a parking spot.
Still attempting to shield me, Victor reaches over and opens the passenger door to let me in.
“Her royal highness.” He waves a hand as I start to get in.