Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 78438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
“One of your girls left these behind.” I left the door open and crossed my arms over my chest, wanting to see the terror in his face.
But it never came.
“It seems like you’ve had more intimate relationships than you’ve let on…”
Slowly, a slightly lopsided grin stretched across his face. His eyes lit up with amusement, and all the anger that was once in his expression faded away.
I waited for an explanation, continuing to stand my ground. “Well?”
He chuckled as he rubbed his fingers across the stubble of his chin.
“Yes?” I pressed.
“I want to enjoy this a little longer…” His grin stretched wider, becoming a full-blown smile that was so handsome, I was irritated. His eyes shone with joy, like everything I said was innately pleasing to him.
The fear started to creep into my veins. Perhaps there was something missing, and I was so tired and stressed I didn’t notice it. “Enjoy what?”
He chuckled again before he dropped his smile. “You’re so damn jealous.”
“I’m not—”
“Jesus Christ, it’s sexy. Sexiest thing ever.” He got out of bed and moved toward me, his muscles shifting as he made his way toward me. His thick arms hung by his sides, but once he was close enough to me, they reached out and grabbed me. He lifted me into the air and wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me back to bed.
“Whose are they?” I demanded, my back hitting the sheets and my thighs falling apart as he conquered me like a tyrant.
He pulled my panties to the side and pressed his cock inside me with a smooth motion, grinning because I was wet like usual and there was no way to hide it. He sank until he was completely inside me, his balls tapping against my ass. “Yours.” He kissed me softly, consoling me for my loss in the skirmish. He slowly thrust inside me, feeling every inch of my cunt with his long dick. “I bought those for you.”
When I woke up the next morning, Bosco had already left the bed. The sheets felt cold, and that was probably why I woke up five minutes before my alarm went off. I jumped into the shower and got ready for the day, doing my normal routine in the master bathroom that was bigger than my kitchen and living room put together. There were two large sinks and plenty of counter space, along with a shower that could fit twenty refrigerators.
This would be my life every day for three months.
I pulled on jeans, a gray sweater, and an olive-green jacket before I walked into the main area of the penthouse. My hair was in loose curls, and I wore earrings my mother got me for my twenty-first birthday.
Bosco was in the kitchen, wearing black sweatpants that hung so low on his hips that I could see the dramatic V embedded in the muscles of his eight-pack. His stubble was thicker than it was the night before, his hair growing quickly since he still hadn’t shaved.
I wasn’t sure what look I preferred more—shaved or not shaved.
He scooped everything out of the pan and put it on the two plates before he carried it to the dining table that was placed in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. With his tanned skin and perfect physique, he looked too beautiful to be real. I’d never seen a man more in shape in my life. My brother and cousin were fit, but Bosco was something else. He was ripped to the point it seemed unreal.
He set two mugs of coffee on the table. “Hungry?”
I looked at the breakfast he made, salmon with veggies. If I kept eating like this, I was going to be fifteen pounds lighter—and that wasn’t a goal of mine. I never cared about my weight. Whether I was heavier or lighter, it didn’t change my life too much. It didn’t seem like men cared either. “Yeah.” I didn’t want to sound ungrateful that he cooked for me, so I sat down and grabbed my fork.
He sat across from me and ate quietly, scrolling through his phone. He didn’t seem like the kind of guy to check his social media pages, so he was probably looking through emails or whatever villains did.
I had to admit that salmon didn’t go with coffee—at all.
Without taking his eyes off his phone, he addressed me. “You look beautiful today.” The words rolled off his tongue so easily. His masculine voice naturally made my thighs clench under the table. Even if I had no idea what he looked like, I would get off just to the sound of his voice.
“Thanks. You look beautiful every day.” The words flew out of my mouth automatically, like a bird that took flight for the sky. It happened so quickly, I couldn’t stop it, especially since it was over by the time I’d realized it happened.