Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
“Oh it’s real alright and just so you know, in my family divorce is cause for murder.” I think I
actually saw an echo of a smile on her face then.
“And what do you want me to do?”
“What do you mean?” She has a weird fucking way of talking. That’s until you get her going and she climbs out of her shell, which I learned later.
“I mean do you expect…ahem. Do you expect me to sleep with you?”
“You’re my wife.” Enough said.
I’ve heard about women blushing, but like I said, the women in my life are tougher than me so I never really saw that shit up close and personal.
And the chicks I used to rock with don’t know the meaning of shy. This girl turned red all over from head to toe. If I didn’t already know that she was twenty-two I would’ve thought her younger.
She went back to staring at her drink and I dozed off in the sun. I’d told her sister that because of business we couldn’t go too far on our honeymoon, which was supposed to be in Miami. And there I was halfway around the damn world.
When I woke up she’d moved the umbrella over to shade me and for some reason I found that sweet. Not sweet enough to let her off the hook mind you,
but touching all the same.
It had been a while since I’d had a woman. Even though my arranged marriage wasn’t a love match by any stretch of the imagination, I take certain things seriously.
No way was I going to stand in front of a priest and take vows and fuck around with that shit. So by the time we got around to dinner that night I was ready to be a husband.
Again, I didn’t see her as a stand-in, I had all but forgotten her sister by then. She’d worn this cute little red dress with polka dots of all things.
One of those nineteen-fifties Donna Reed numbers that looked fuck hot against her tanned skin with her dark pixie hair cut.
Her ice blue eyes had stood out against the tan, making them sparkle in the moonlight, and her nervous reserve I’d found endearing.
She wasn’t flirtatious, wasn’t giving me any indication whatsoever that she knew what I had planned for her ass that night.
But somehow as we sat across the table from each other as the evening wore on, I found myself wanting her more and more.
Like I said, when I first met her, while I was still engaged to her sister, there’d been a spark. She’d been shy and sweet then too. So I can’t tell you what it was about her that drew me in.
She didn’t have the mammoth tits that I usually lose my mind over. Hers were about medium sized I guess. And she was skinny as hell bordering on anorexic, something I never found appealing.
But on her, everything looked good, everything worked. Either that or my anger had just taken its natural course.
There’s nothing better than a hard fast fuck to get me over my mad. So I sat there vacillating between taking pity on her and taking her back to the villa and putting her back out.
No doubt my snake was going to put a hurting on her tiny five foot two ass. I didn’t ask her if she was a virgin, what the fuck, I’m not. But the thought that she might have fucked that asshole pissed me way the fuck off.
Funny I wasn’t too torn up about her sister doing that shit. And that was the first and last time I thought of the woman that was supposed to be my wife on our honeymoon.
We hadn’t said much to each other at the table but I’m sure from the looks I’d been giving her she pretty much knew what was up when we got up to leave.
She was jumpy as fuck on the ride back and hugged the passenger side door the whole way. When we reached the villa she moved to open her door. “Stay!”
I turned off the engine and walked around to get her. It was the first time I touched her since the night I took her from her father’s house. Was that only four days ago?
I walked her inside with her hand trembling in mine, up the stairs and past the room she’d slept in the night before. She damn near tripped over her feet.
Chapter 5
I pushed open the door to the master suite, lifted her in my arms and carried her to the bed. I stood there looking down at her for a hot minute. If she’d shown fear I might have walked away, but all I saw was that cool reserve of hers. And nerves, definitely nerves.
I can work with that. I know for damn sure she’s gonna be screaming in about ten minutes when I get my tongue in her. It was my mission to break down that button up shit she had going on.