Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 18426 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18426 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
“One more day little bunny.” I growl into her ear before letting her go. She scurries out of the room but it doesn’t stop me from repeating myself. “One more day.” Jesus give me strength to not take what can’t belong to me for twenty-four hours. I am only a man.
Chapter Six
Julep
I slept like crap last night. My night was spent tossing a turning, the ache in my body tangible and made me feel feverish. Every time I close my eyes I hear his voice growling in my ear telling me ‘one day, little bunny’. His hand on my skin was like a branding iron searing my flesh. All I wanted to do was lean into his manly smell and rub myself all over him, but I was so shocked and a little confused by my reaction to his manhandling.
One more day. I questioned that statement for hours. On one hand I know what he was insinuating. Hell it is the same thing I moan in the shower while trying to get myself off. Let’s just say that is a fail.
On the other hand I can't bring myself to believe that this man would want me. A young girl with nothing to offer him except what I have been saving for marriage or at least for the man I think will be my husband.
All night I tossed and turned, woke up with my hands in my pants, moaning and shaking, crying out with a need that can’t be sated. God, I am exhausted. But now in the light of day my mind is where it always is as soon as I wake up. Lili. my precocious little sister that I love more than myself. I have to figure this out. My birthday is tomorrow and I fully intend to go back to the Mayor, apologize and ask to be reconsidered.
Sighing, I know I need to get out of bed. Dragging myself from under the softest sheets I have felt, I grab the last remaining outfit I have. Looking at myself in the mirror I frown at how young I look. No wonder I couldn't fool the mayor. Pulling on my off the shoulder sweater over my bra, I grab my cable knit leggings and slip them on my legs.
I wash my face, brush my teeth and brush out my hair and give myself one more once over before slumping my shoulders. Another day alone. My mind is racing trying to figure out the solution to my problem. Not to mention I need to buy clothes. I only brought three outfits assuming I would be married and my husband would provide for me, but how wrong was i? The messed up thing is, how am I going to afford clothes? I only have a hundred dollars on me which if the mayor denies me again has to get me back to Lili.
Walking down the stairs I don’t pay attention to the fact that I don't smell food cooking. I talked with Lourdes yesterday and told her I would like to cook my own breakfast and some of the dinners while I am here. My mind is so occupied when I walk into the kitchen that I dang near choke on spit when I see Harlan sitting in the chair. “Good morning little bunny.” he says, raising his coffee cup before taking a drink.
“H-hi. I mean good morning. What are you doing here?” Really, Jules? This is his house. Like he can read my mind he smirks before answering me.
“I thought I would stay home and see what you needed. It hit me yesterday that in that small bag you can’t have much. I am sure you need clothes, toiletries, etcetera.” My mouth opens and shuts no words coming out because I am in shock. “Well?” He waits for me to answer and I can only nod my head. “I thought so. Why don’t you eat something. I am going to shower and then we will leave and go to Charleston in twenty minutes.” With that he is out of the kitchen and I am stunned in place. Why is he being so nice to me?
Realizing I have some time to go and check my email, I quietly walk into his office and pull up my email. When I see the alert telling me I have one new message I smile, anxious to read her words.
Jules,
I hope your plans are working out and you are happy. The social worker came yesterday and they are moving some of us in a few days to a group home because this house is not going to be available. Mrs. Halot keeps screaming something about the bank stealing it. I don’t know. I just know I am scared. I haven’t gone anywhere without you. What if they are like the last place? Are you really going to come back for me?