Total pages in book: 247
Estimated words: 234281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1171(@200wpm)___ 937(@250wpm)___ 781(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 234281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1171(@200wpm)___ 937(@250wpm)___ 781(@300wpm)
As they took their seats and gave their orders, Mairi tried to keep her mind focused on JB and not the Greek billionaire who was also on a date...with his fiancée.
The thought caused a pang but she shook it away. Happy ending, she reminded herself. As long as they loved each other, they would have their happy ending.
TWO FUCKING HOURS, Damen thought, his nerves frayed, his temper at a boiling point as he observed from the private confines of his car the couple inside the restaurant.
Mairi looked like she was having a grand time. On the other hand, her date – whoever the fuck that man was – looked like he was having even more fun, the way his gaze constantly alternated between Mairi’s beautiful smiling lips and her cleavage, of which an ample amount was displayed by her sexy-as-hell dress.
Damen knew exactly what the man was thinking simply because in that kind of dress, he, too, couldn’t help thinking the same thing. That man was imagining how it would be like to have those strawberry-pink lips wrapped around his cock and how her lovely abundant breasts would taste in return.
He checked his phone.
Still no text message.
They had agreed that they would not question each other while they spent time with others. It had sounded logical and reasonable in his mind when he had made his suggestion about taking it slowly and not making any commitment to each other.
But right now, it was beginning to feel like the stupidest idea he’d had in years.
Inside the restaurant, the guy suddenly leaned forward and touched the corner of Mairi’s mouth, making her blush. Damen’s fist slammed against the door of his car.
Fucking jerk had probably made some lame excuse about having seen something on her face.
“Take me to the back exit,” he ordered his chauffeur. Enough was enough. He didn’t care if he was being unfair, didn’t care that if it was the other way around, he would think Mairi unreasonable for stopping his fiancée from touching his face.
If he saw that guy touch her one more time, Damen was sure he’d be committing murder. It was no exaggeration.
As the driver brought the limousine around, Damen sent a curt message to Mairi, knowing exactly what to say to get her moving.
Chapter 8
Don’t panic. I need to talk to you as soon as possible.
THOSE WORDS HAD MAIRI panicking of course. Oh my God, what could make someone like Damen Leventis type those words? Don’t panic? Did that mean there was something she should be panicking about? Was that something causing him to be secretly panicky about but just didn’t want to look less than manly in her eyes?
She almost jumped out of her chair in her haste, surprising JB. “I’m sorry, but I, umm, need to make an emergency call. Is that okay?”
JB’s gaze was concerned as he nodded. “Sure, don’t worry about me. Anything I can do?”
“I’ll let you know.” She was already backing away as she answered him. “Thank you so much for understanding. I’ll be back as soon as I can.” She spun around and hurried to the ladies’ room, not bothering to wait for his answer.
The ladies’ room was completely dark when she opened the door. It was strange, but she did not have time to think about it. She switched the light on even as she fumbled to get her phone out of her purse.
“Got you!” she exclaimed when her fingers came into contact with the familiar shape of her iPhone. She looked up and screamed.
Or at least she tried to.
Damen was there in front of her, and the moment she had opened her mouth, he kissed her. In the next second, he had swept her up in his arms, causing her phone and purse to clatter to the floor.
When he let her up for air, she demanded breathlessly, “What are you doing here?”
It was a question he was not ready or able to answer for now, and so Damen did the next best thing and that was to kiss her again, to both their satisfaction.
The door started to open and he moved fast, locking them inside one of the small cubicles and kicking her stuff – Mairi winced at this – inside with them by the time someone entered the room.
As they were in one of most expensive restaurants in town, everything was pristine and luxurious, the dark rose marbled walls shiny and scrubbed clean, with the cubicle’s thick and heavy door made of varnished wood.
When Damen pushed her against the door, Mairi’s legs still wrapped around his waist, the impact barely made a sound.
Motioning her to keep quiet with a finger to his lips, he inched her dress up to her waist. When his hand went to the edge of her panties, Mairi recovered from her shock and shook her head wildly.