Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 18000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 90(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 90(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
"It's nothing."
But because he had yet to win her trust, his hands remained tied.
All he could do was wait.
The choice had to be hers.
And when that day came...
It was his worst fears come true, with his wife choosing to break his heart.
I Really Can't
"This is too much."
"You say that every time, but it is never too much."
"But..."
"Be a good girl," Calixte says silkily, "and just open your mouth."
I can feel myself blushing even as I obey his command, and I blush even more as my husband starts feeding me.
Calixte gazes in satisfaction as I start chewing. "Good?"
"Everything your chef does is good."
"Then you will continue being a good girl and finish your food, oui?"
His words have me eyeing my plate in uncertainty. Toast and jam with a herbed omelet with melted Gruyére cheese, plus a colorful selection of fresh fruits on the side. "Um..."
"For me, mon ange, will you eat it all?"
"Yes." The moment he looks into my eyes like that, and speaks in that tone of his, I'm just putty in his hands, and I want to give him everything.
But thankfully, Calixte is a simple man, and the things he desires are simple. And eccentric. Or maybe it's more apt to say eccentrically simple, with how it seems to give him so much pleasure seeing me eat a hearty brunch and an even heartier dinner in the evening.
His eyes remain on me as I munch on my toast. We've been married for over three months now, but it's still a struggle not to blush and feel self-conscious every time he stares. And it gets so much worse, in the most wonderful way possible, whenever he insists on exploring the City of Lights like we're both a pair of tourists.
Not only would he be holding my hand the entire time we were walking its tree-lined streets, but every so often he'd also pull me into his arms for a passionate kiss regardless of where we are...or who can see us
He always acts like I'm impossible for him to resist. He can't seem to stop touching me, and he watches me constantly with a possessive gaze. It's gotten so bad that his men have come to tease him over his obsession with me, but to this, my handsome husband only responds with a Gallic shrug of his broad shoulders.
Every minute of his time is devoted to me, and my needs always come first with Calixte. There's no question I have that he doesn't take seriously. No request of mine that he doesn't grant. He wants to know my every thought and fulfill my every desire.
And as for the time we're alone, well...
Just remembering the many extraordinary ways we've been intimate is enough to make me blush. Every night in his arms is like fantasy made real. He knows exactly what to do to drive me out of my mind, and his insatiable appetite sometimes has me begging mercy since we've been making love until dawn.
I never imagined my life could be so good, and not even in my wildest dreams did I think it was possible to find, much less marry, a man like Calixte.
When he looks at me, it's as if he already thinks we'll be together for eternity, and we're already living in the happy-ever-after part of our lives.
I wish I could believe that.
But I don't.
I just can't get rid of this feeling that my whole world is a glass bubble that can shatter at any moment.
I can't help but feel that my head is still on the chopping block even when I'm already married to the only man who's succeeded in outwitting my father.
I can't help but think that it's only a matter of time before my father makes his move, never mind if he's still behind bars along with the rest of his men.
I want to stop being afraid.
Oh God, help me.
But every hope I secretly nourish in my heart withers when local channels are suddenly flooded with strange news of cats going missing or even being outright tortured and killed in our neighborhood.
It's happening again.
And I know this is no coincidence.
My father is done waiting.
And now it's my turn to choose whether to play by his rules or take myself out of the game.
For good.
S'il Te Plaît
Calixte watches me curiously as I enter his study after knocking. It's my first time to come here uninvited, and since his eyes are still on me, I guess this is as good a time as any to do what I've come here to do.
"What the---"
I've let my night robe fall silently to the carpet and I now stand naked before my husband.
"Je te veux." I want you.
I've been secretly working on my French every chance I could in the past two weeks. It's my first time to put my skills to the test, and even though my accent sounds horrible to my ears---