Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Ethan could never lose at anything.
I’m also glad to hear it’s nothing I’ve done either. My imagination is always getting the better of me.
“That was the bank, the main bank I use. Switzerland,” he fills me in, running through his problem aloud to me to break it down himself so he can figure the best way ahead.
“Swiss bank, accountant. Got it,” I chime in, letting him know I’m keeping up, which makes him smile.
“You really are something. You know that?” he says, leaning over and touching my cheek with his hand, making me blush.
“Anyway, it looks like Vince was trying to transfer a ton of money from my Swiss account to…,” he trails off.
Opening his eyes wide, waiting for me to fill in the blanks.
But I’m so taken by just being with Ethan. Being this close and having him so intent on me, I have no idea what his accountant’s done.
“Trying to transfer a sizable portion of my estate to none other than Saul Levenson. Casino owner who I already told I wasn’t interested.”
I take a moment to process what he’s just said.
“How much?” I ask, my voice sounding like it’s someone else every time I hear myself asking about money.
Ethan doesn’t give me an exact figure, but he lets me know it would have been enough for a down payment on a new casino.
“A lot, even by my standards,” he assures me, and I feel my cheeks puff as they blow out air.
How rich is this guy? And do I really want to know?
I’ve never been good with money, but only because I’ve never had any.
“My cards and accounts are on hold, something that happens automatically while the banks investigate,” Ethan assures himself more than me.
“I’ve got access to plenty of cash and a few cards that have nothing to do with this, but it means I might have to do what Levenson wants,” he says bitterly.
“Invest in his casino?” I ask, sounding way blonder than I mean to.
Knowing I’ve got it all wrong before he answers.
“No!” He chuckles. “Levenson’s doubled down and wants me to bet all the money I won last night after you picked my lucky number. He reminded me before you left…,” he reminds me, making me cringe a little internally.
“How much did you win?” I ask the words out of my mouth before I can stop them. Sounding more like an accountant than his girl, but it just interests me.
I’d want Ethan if he was begging for change.
The fact he has so much money is just another one of his many charms.
He clams up when our waitress arrives, except to talk about our order, which he places for both of us.
If I’m gonna be his girl, I have to keep up with his diet as well as his huge steps when we’re walking; it looks like.
And eating more each meal than I would in a whole day isn’t gonna help me lose any more pounds, I can just tell.
But Ethan dismisses my protests, telling me that if anything, I need to gain some weight.
“You’ll need your strength too,” he grins, skipping my question about his win and waving away the waitress before changing the subject totally.
“My little virgin is gonna need all her strength and a few more pounds to keep up with the pounding I have planned for her,” he growls, making me shiver with instant arousal.
Hearing Ethan talk dirty, apart from him touching me, is the single hottest thing I know, and it’s not long before I agree with him in my mind that yes. Maybe I should gain a few more pounds if that’s what he wants.
“So, what are you gonna do?” I ask. “About your crooked accountant, I mean,” I add, steering the conversation back to more important things.
But hearing Ethan talk so calmly about what must be a crisis and then explain in his next breath how he plans to pound me with that huge cock of his.
It’s safe to say that this little virgin is having trouble focusing right now.
“That’s what I’m asking you, Lucky Charm, I need your advice,” he says, as a matter of fact.
“It’s your money too now, ya know,” he says, suddenly deadpan.
I feel my stomach lurch. The weight of this whole weekend is just kicking up a notch.
“You’re mine, Krissy,” he repeats slowly and in a low voice.
“And what’s mine is yours. Our future, Krissy,” he says with renewed determination.
“And right now, some A-hole is trying to help themselves to it. So what do you think we should do about it?”
I think you should put a baby in my belly as soon as freaking possible…That’s what I think. I’m so freaking horny right now. I don’t think I can wait until after lunch, let alone dinner, to give myself to you, Ethan.
I want you.