Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Looking over at her, my gaze lands on her lips. Those lips are the best fucking lips I have ever had the privilege of touching.
And I can’t help but wonder, can I kiss her again?
She was meant to be a means to an end, but I’m almost ready to bargain all eleven months away to have some more of her. It’s probably best to avoid her as much as possible until the wedding, afraid of what I might say or do in the meantime is hard.
When she had those legs wrapped around my waist and my cock between her thighs, it was hard to not move that sheet and slide right in. I know what to expect. And I want more of it. Always have. I want her, plain and simple.
“Why are you smirking?” Barry asks, as I’m being fitted for my wedding suit.
“She kissed me last night.” I smile telling him.
“Oh fuck, no, Whiskey. What are you thinking?” He shakes his head. “You don’t fall for the woman, let her fall for you. It’s the way you’ve planned the game.” The tailor looks up to me, most likely confused why I’m being fitted for my own wedding.
“She likes to play. She’s fun to play with.”
“What if she beats you at your own game?” he asks.
“She won’t.”
“You can’t be too sure of that. She was raised with sharks, remember that.”
My smile falls. “I remember exactly who she comes from,” I snap back at him.
Barry stands, pushing me away as the tailor starts his suit measurements.
“Okay, just so you know, she isn’t worth it, not at all,” he says, and a part of me knows and agrees with everything he’s saying. But there’s one part that isn’t sure. She’s different from those who she was raised by. I see it, especially when she’s around them.
“But her friend, Emma, on the other hand, is for sure worth it.” He chuckles.
“Don’t fuck her friend.” I shake my head, checking my phone.
My personal assistant sent me a message. There’s a link which has my name as well as Lottie’s.
Recently Divorced Billionaire Set to Marry Senator’s Daughter
Then, following the headline is a picture of myself and Lottie from the engagement party. How the fuck did they get this? Maybe avoiding her will be harder than I thought.
Smiling, I put the phone to my ear when it rings.
“Bunny.”
“Don’t you Bunny me. Did you see that article? Did you tell the press?”
“No,” I answer truthfully. I don’t need this to be a big thing. Just enough that her parents believe it’s true.
“Fuck! Hold on,” she goes, and Barry turns around to face me, raising an eyebrow. “Okay, looks like Daddy dearest did. Fuck!” She hangs up. Of course he did. If he can have his name in the press, he does it regardless of the cost. He just doesn’t want anything bad associated with it.
“What is it?”
“He put a piece out in the paper.”
Barry swears. “Well, you did know who you were dealing with.”
I nod. I did, but still. His own daughter didn’t give him permission.
“I took a month off her contract,” I tell him.
“You what?” He shakes his head. “For the kiss, right?” he guesses correctly.
“She should have the papers any minute.”
“How long do you plan to play this game?” Barry asks.
“Until I want to stop.” I smile.
“Don’t invite me to your funeral then.”
“You aren’t invited.”
“Good.”
Lottie’s at home and in bed later that night, and on my side of the bed is the contract, signed. She doesn’t turn as I start to undress and head to the shower. When I come out, she’s sitting up with her cell in hand.
“Billionaire’s ex-wife says the wedding is a scam. Whiskey Corton is still in love with her, and she can prove it. She also claims to have evidence that he cheated on Miss Snow,” she reads, not looking up.
“There’s one thing I want to set straight. Right fucking now, asshole. You don’t get to touch my business, and that better be in the contract. I bought that all by myself and no one will take it from me.” She is gripping the cell as she looks at me.
“Put the phone down. What need would I have for a bar? You know how much money I have, right?”
Lottie does as I ask, then she looks up to me. “You do know how to pick them, right?” she asks, raising an eyebrow.
“I do. I picked you, so I guess I’m doing all right.”
She slides back down in bed. “Do you love her? Is she right?”
Dropping my towel, I climb straight into bed, while she watches, not saying a word. “No.”
“Have you ever been in love before?”
“I thought I loved her,” I tell her honestly. “Have you?”
“I’ve loved, but I don’t think I was in love. My first boyfriend in college.”
“It’s overrated.”