Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 156392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 782(@200wpm)___ 626(@250wpm)___ 521(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 156392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 782(@200wpm)___ 626(@250wpm)___ 521(@300wpm)
This is a massive project for governmental aid for international development and I made it happen. I was the one who worked behind the scenes so King Enterprises and Steel Corporation won the bidding. It’s my fucking work and my father cannot take me off the project.
Well, he can since he’s the CEO. Worse, Aunt Teal will probably agree with him since she has zero tolerance for nonsense—it must’ve been a hassle bringing up a child who’s the definition of the word.
“If you’re done glaring at your screen and making people’s lives more miserable, can we go?” Ava stands up and yawns. “I’m bored and if this mood goes on, I’ll start rearranging your stuff for revenge.”
I glare up at the reason that I’m in this predicament.
Your reaction to her is.
My wife must sense my mood change, because her eyes widen a little and she grows breathless. “What?”
“You’re a fucking headache.”
“Hold on.” She rummages through her purse, then slaps an ibuprofen capsule on the desk with a sweet smile. “This should help.”
“Is that supposed to be funny?”
“No. It’s supposed to help with headaches. Oh, look at that. It’s the day we give each other pills. We should make an anniversary out of it.”
“As I previously mentioned, I didn’t force you.”
“As I previously mentioned, screw you. Oh right, I didn’t mention that before so here it is again. Screw you.”
I shouldn’t touch her again so soon. I really, really shouldn’t, but I don’t seem to care as I stand and round my desk.
Ava pretends to hold her ground, but when I reach a hand up her back and grab her hair in a fist, she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip. A muffled sound rips out of her nonetheless.
“That mouth of yours is begging to be punished so thoroughly, you’ll only sing praises for me afterward.”
“Highly doubtful.” Her voice is throaty, so thoroughly aroused, I bet her cunt is weeping for me.
“If you don’t shut the fuck up, I’ll break, stretch, and split your tiny cunt in half.”
“Promises, promises.”
“Jesus fucking Christ.” I wrap my hand around her throat, fingers skimming the hickey I gave her. “Why are you like this?”
“Why are you?” That spark returns to her eyes with a vengeance until I can see my reflection in them. “Why did you lie to me, Eli?”
“About?”
“Us having sex.”
“I never said that we did.”
“But you implied it. You mentioned something about seeing and not being impressed.”
“I meant seeing you naked.”
“You were lying about that, too.”
“I did see you naked, Ava.”
“Not that, the part about not being impressed. You obviously were.”
I resist the chuckle that rises to my throat. This woman will be the death of me. “You lied, too.”
She frowns. “Me?”
“You made me believe you lost your virginity to some stranger in the back of a car during a party.”
“I was telling Cecy that story.”
“When you knew full well I was in the hallway.”
“It’s not my fault you believed I would ever lose my virginity to a nameless nobody in the back of a car.”
“I see that now. I also see that your grandiose sex life was nothing but an illusion.”
“Nope. I did a lot of things with guys, just not proper sex.”
“A lot of things?” My fingers tighten around her throat. “Like what?”
“Like things girls did with you, Eli. Blowjobs, oral. That sort of thing.”
“Keep talking.”
“So you’ll kill me?” She strains. “Let me go. You’re choking me and it’s not the fun version.”
I release her with reluctance and step back because she’s right. I might accidentally snap her neck if I keep thinking about other dicks near her.
“What else did you do with the guys?”
“Why does it matter? You had your sex life. I had mine. That’s over now.”
I touch my watch, roll my ring, narrow my eyes. “Is it, though?”
“What do you mean?”
“You said you remember cheating on me.”
“I was a fucking virgin last night, prick!”
“Apparently, you don’t need penetration to cheat, as per your earlier admission.”
Her face falls as she comes to the same realization. “I…I wouldn’t do that. I despise cheating.”
“Not enough to refrain.”
“Don’t do this to me, Eli. I already feel guilty. Maybe it was a hallucination. I’m sure you know I have those…uh…sometimes, I mean…it’s not that I’m crazy or anything, but like…you’re my guardian, so you have an idea that I’m…”
She trails off, not wanting to disclose too much. If only she knew the things I carry because of her.
Things she’ll never, ever find out about.
“Who was the man?” I ask, my voice closed off. Maybe it was the previous therapist. He was the only one who could have had that sort of access to her.
While I hit Vance, and I’m arranging to have him leave UK soil, he’s not a viable option. He only recently came back.
However, I’m well aware he wants to rekindle their teenage fling, which is why he’ll be removed from her vicinity effective immediately. For criminal charges—allowing the dealing of drugs in the bars and restaurants managed by his family. They’re fake charges, but the threat of it is enough to force his father’s hand.