Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 178(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 178(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
“Romantic.”
“It was still my choice.” Her stomach gave a little turn, and she hated that she’d told him the truth like that. It was her business. Why did she have to go and tell a complete stranger about her life? It was no one else’s problem, just hers. She’d hated every second of it, but she knew deep down, that she couldn’t trust her father. “Look where I am now, and I bet he’s not even asked after me.”
“You need to forget your father, Faith. He means nothing.”
She nodded. “Thank you for the sandwich.”
He took the plate from her, resting it on top of his empty one. She didn’t know what else to say.
“I’ll be in my office if you need me.”
She watched him walk away, not saying anything as he did.
Caleb Carson. She’d done an internet search on him, and some of the stuff that had come up wasn’t great, not at all. Of course, most of it was rumors and hearsay, but even still, her father had never been involved in anything good. Carson had links to prostitution, gambling, illegal fighting, stuff that she didn’t want to get messed up in, and yet, she had because of her father.
He had a really bad gambling habit, but he liked to drag everyone else down around him. It was his MO.
Turning back to her window, she bit her lip and waited for something to happen. Her mind was all over the place, and she really didn’t know what to do or say. For most of her life she’d been on her own. Sure, her father had been there somewhere, but she couldn’t rely on him to tuck her into bed at night or to read her a story.
No one had been around her for that. Nope, that had been all her. She read her own stories and tucked herself into bed, along with her bear.
She got herself to school every single day, made herself dinner, and just got through it. Now she lived in Caleb’s house, and she didn’t know what to do. Food was made for her, and she liked Anne, but she didn’t trust any of it.
Whenever she got comfortable growing up, something would always happen to suck her down, to make her regret trusting in anything, and that was why she never did.
Wrapping her arms around herself, she watched as Caleb stood outside. He was on his cell phone.
His time in the office didn’t last long.
From her vantage point, she could admire him.
Caleb was a sexy as sin kind of man. He always looked in control and confident. He was the man every woman wanted, and every mother wanted as well but told you to stay away from.
She wondered what he thought of her now, knowing she wasn’t a virgin. Had he hoped for a virgin?
What would it matter anyway? He would never look at her with interest. The women that threw themselves at him were probably gorgeous model types.
She was fat and had an ugly scar down her face.
There was no way they were even in the same league, and he was older.
He glanced up at the window, and she couldn’t look away from his piercing eyes. Did he always get what he wanted?
Faith couldn’t handle the stare, so she looked away, biting her lip as she did.
Climbing off the window seat, she left the library, complete with the book she’d been reading, and made her way upstairs to her room. Caleb’s home had a lot of stairs. Opening her bedroom door, she stared inside, once again amazed at the luxury before her. The apartments she’d lived in were nothing compared to this. In fact, this room was easily the size of two apartments.
Closing the door, she made her way to the closet and opened it up. Only a couple of pairs of jeans and shirts hung there, but she could imagine it full of clothing.
“Dream on, girl. You’re not going to live the fairy tale princess dream. This is not what this is about.”
In fact, she imagined once Caleb was bored, she’d be thrown out onto the street, or worse, forced to work for her keep.
Her future didn’t look good at all.
Chapter Two
“I don’t want you in my house,” Caleb said, glaring at his nephew.
“Come on, man, please let me stay. It’s gross being at home. I walked into the room, and seriously, they were fucking, and I don’t need to see that shit.” Dwayne snuggled down into the chair, and Caleb stared at him.
Anne had alerted him that Dwayne arrived a couple of hours ago. So far, he’d not seen Faith, and that was the way Caleb liked it.
He loved his nephew. He simply didn’t trust him.
Dwayne was an impulsive, spoiled, little brat at times, and as far as Caleb was concerned, he didn’t trust him, not yet.