Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 55510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
“Troublemaker,” he murmured affectionately.
I cracked a smile and moved my fingers into his hair, feeling like I was floating in peace. I treasured every moment that I spent with each of them. They didn’t just take from me. They gave even more to me, bringing me to ecstasy over and over again with ease and eagerness.
“I think we’ve had quite the productive day, guys,” I said as I shot a smile at Andrew, who chuckled in agreement.
Maybe it wasn’t so bad having my life on pause for a little while. I had the best company possible. I just hoped that I wouldn’t lose them when their job was done with. If they didn’t see me as anything but a paycheck, I wasn’t sure how I could handle that level of heartbreak. Hopefully, I wouldn’t ever have to.
14
EMERY
The next day, I spent a lot of time out on the back porch, gazing at the trees as their leaves bristled in the soft breeze.
I wished I could talk to Delilah about everything that was going on with the guys. In the cave, it suddenly hit me that the guys were starting to mean more to me than just bodyguards. We laughed together, ate together, and slept together, becoming closer and closer with each passing day.
I was starting to grow confused by my blooming feelings. They were all amazing in their own way, which made me wonder how I could be drawn to four different types of guys. I was supposed to be embracing my newfound freedom and trying to get away from them, but all I wanted to do was stay right by their sides. I didn’t know what my future looked like or what I even wanted it to look like now.
What if they ditched me after the job was done?
I would be left all alone, not knowing how to handle being all by myself with an aching heart. I would miss them and crave them, and I feared getting too attached if they were just going to leave the moment I was deemed safe enough to be without them. I didn’t want to tell them that, though. I just wanted to talk to my best friend.
Even with them around me at all times, I didn’t feel trapped or smothered like I did when I lived with my father. He wouldn’t let me express myself how I wanted, while I knew the guys liked me for who I was deep down. While I had to walk on glass around my father, I could say and do what I wanted around the guys. It was a type of freedom I hadn’t experienced until now.
I supposed it was good that I was getting to experience what it was like to have a relationship, even if it wasn’t official. My father would’ve never allowed me to have so much as a single relationship, much less four of them. It should’ve felt overwhelming, but it helped that none of the guys seemed to mind me being with any of the others. It only made me feel more attracted to them knowing that they were so secure with themselves.
“Knock, knock.”
I snapped out of my thoughts to see Rhett poking his head out of the back door with a cheeky grin on his face. I immediately smiled back, unable to withhold a smile around his cheerful attitude. He was a breath of fresh air when so much tension filled the cabin.
“Hey,” I greeted him.
“The others are going out on patrol. Want to make some pasta with me?” Rhett asked with a hopeful gleam in his eyes.
“Definitely,” I replied as I rose to my feet and followed him inside. We all shared the responsibility of cooking and cleaning around the cabin, which was nice. They were all tidy and knew how to cook, which only made me crazier for them. They were model men, and I was blessed to be trapped with them in a tiny space.
“Alfredo?” Rhett suggested as he dug around in the fridge for the ingredients. He wore a simple white t-shirt and grey sweatpants, but he pulled off the look so well.
“Sounds perfect,” I said as I grabbed a box of fettuccine noodles out of the pantry. We put a pot of water on the stove and waited for it to boil, setting another pot on the other burner to let the Alfredo sauce simmer for a little while.
“Now, we wait,” Rhett told me as he rested his back against the kitchen counter, crossing his arms over his chest to make his t-shirt sleeves strain against his biceps. His eyes moved over me, taking in my black tank top and white sleep shorts. “I like when you wear stuff like that.”
I smiled bashfully as I glanced down at myself. It was such a casual outfit.