Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
The size of his dick became less of a concern as I ached for him.
He finally pulled his fingers away then guided himself inside me, having to push and wait like last time before slowly sinking inside. He was too big to go balls deep, but he put himself as deep as my body would allow. His big hands pushed back my thighs, and he thrust into me hard the second my body was ready, rather than giving me time to acclimate. This time, he just took me.
Took me hard.
George delivered dinner to the dining table in Theo’s bedroom. There was a bottle of wine and two glasses, along with a little vase of pink roses to place in the center. Once he finished setting it up, he silently dismissed himself and left Theo’s room.
Instead of taking the head of the table, Theo sat across from me and removed the silver cover of his dish, revealing a roast chicken cooked in a white sauce along with a side of roasted vegetables.
My dinner was different, a plate of pasta with shaved truffles along with a sliced baguette. Both meals looked great, and I was happy to eat either one. “Why do I get pasta and bread, and you get meat and vegetables?”
“Because I need the protein, and you don’t.” He dropped the linen and sliced into his meat. “I can split this with you or have George bring you the same thing.”
“Oh no,” I said quickly. “I’m very happy with this. Was just curious.”
He ate with his elbows on the table, sometimes having good table manners and sometimes eating like a caveman. Whenever we were out at dinner, he was more refined, but in his own home, he seemed to disregard dinner table etiquette.
We ate in silence, the bedroom quiet because we were above the street and the windows were probably double-paned. It was just the sound of utensils tapping against the white plates. It was very different from eating at a restaurant, where the sound of nearby conversation filled the room like a quiet hum.
My life had changed so drastically in the last few weeks. A month ago, I couldn’t imagine ever being with anyone else but Bolton, but now I sat across from a drop-dead gorgeous man who wasn’t my husband—and it didn’t bother me.
He chewed his bite as he stared at me. When he was finished, he spoke. “You’re different.”
My eyes hardened on his face. “I’m different?”
He nodded and took another bite.
“How?”
“You’re a lot more relaxed.” He grabbed his glass and drank the white wine that George had paired with the meal. “You’ve finally let me see you, all of you.”
Because my mind wasn’t riddled with guilt, anger, and self-loathing. Now, I lived in the moment without hesitation.
“Did something change?”
I didn’t want to talk about Bolton when I was with Theo. But he was a constant presence in our lives. It was like we were having an affair, only we weren’t. When I was with Theo, my husband was with someone else. “My husband has embraced the arrangement, so I decided to do the same.”
He took a break from his dinner and watched me instead, trying to read all the layers of emotion in my gaze.
“He’s noticed I’ve been distant. Closed off. Cold. Said we could stop the arrangement and go back to what we used to be, but…” I looked at the gorgeous man across from me, the man who seemed to fill the void that my husband had left in my heart. “That meant I’d have to give you up, and I didn’t want to.” Bolton’s infidelity suddenly stung less because Theo numbed it with kisses. The depth of the loss had shallowed because Theo had filled it with his presence.
He smirked slightly.
“What?”
“He’s a fucking idiot.”
The defensive side of me came to the surface to defend Bolton’s honor, but I never voiced it because it felt stupid to do so.
He grabbed his glass and took another drink. “But I’m glad he’s an idiot.”
10
THEO
The waitress took us to a table, the restaurant dark due to its aesthetic, the chandeliers glowing as they hung from the vaulted ceilings.
We sat down, and the waitress placed the menus in front of us before she walked away.
Axel immediately grabbed the menu. “I wonder what the specials are.”
“You don’t know?”
He shook his head. “All I know is whatever I pick, it’s gonna be goooood.” He turned the menu over to check the back, but it was blank.
“Can’t she just cook for you at home?”
He chuckled. “With two demons running around? I wish.”
“Is Dante watching them tonight?”
“Yep. Good ol’ Grandpa.”
“He doesn’t seem like the babysitting type.”
“Well, he knows he’s our full-time babysitter for all the shit he pulled.” He looked at the menu again. “I might get one of those smoked old fashioneds. You know, where they take off the glass, and then all the smoke comes out…pretty cool.”