Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Zora wasn’t happy about that but it ensured her father wouldn’t lose his home because the lien would exist as long as our arrangement did. Did I feel a little bad for holding this over her head? Maybe a little but I needed the insurance to keep the arrangement going.
I also made sure her father had the proper care while he was getting treatment. After two weeks Langston was still missing and there wasn’t much I could do about that.
I should be happy that my plan had met its fruition. Zora was at my beck and call like I’d planned all along. When I wasn’t working I requested her company and most of the time, we needed up in my bed.
But something is still off.
I have her presence and her body whenever I want it but I find myself wanting more. But she closes herself off to me. I ask questions beyond what I already know about her but she shares so little with me. She’s closed off and I hate it.
I want all of her but she remains distant.
“Front door open.”
The welcome voice of my newly installed home security system blasts through the speaker in my home office. I hop out of my chair and hurry to the living room like an eager puppy ready to greet its master.
My breath catches in my throat when I see her. She’s wearing her hair in my favorite style on her, big and curly. She told me it’s called a twist out.
She’s wearing a black short sleeved maxi dress with buttons down the front with a beige belt cinched around her waist that accentuates her big tits and ass. It makes me wonder who else admired her in this outfit. Did other men look at her round bottom? Did they admire the way her hips sway from side to side when she walks?
That feeling of awe upon seeing her quickly vanished and is instantly replaced by a much darker emotion. One that wants me to throw her against the wall and fuck her until she passes out.
I should get this emotion under control but I can’t thing rationally when she’s close to me.
I’ve become so pathetic where Zora is concerned but seeing her is always the highlight of my day. But instead of a calm and collected greeting like a normal human being, I roar, “Where the fuck have you been?”
Zora jumps, and lets out a little squeak. She places her hand over her heart. “Jesus Christ. Good afternoon to you too.”
She places her keys on the entryway table and brushes past me and makes a beeline to the sofa She plops down with a heavy sigh and starts to dig into her purse.
“Did you hear me? I asked where you’ve been?”
“I told you I had therapy sessions today. I was at the library. Then I went by my father’s house to check in on him.”
I ball my fists at my sides to hold back my quickly rising temper. I’ve spent the day, forcing myself to get through several long, boring meetings, mulling through paperwork and fighting eye strain from staring at a computer. Every second was a struggle to get through because my thoughts were filled with her. And now here she was, as if she didn’t have a care in the world.
Whatever it was in her purse she seemed more focused on than me. And it pissed me off.
I took a calming breath before speaking. “You didn’t say you’d be gone all day,” Zora.”
She shrugs. “Why do you care? You said you’d be in your office all day in meetings.”
“I called you. Why didn’t you answer your phone?”
She pulls her phone out of her purse. “I turned it off because the battery was low and I don’t know what I did with my charger. You have one I can use, don’t you?” She then taps away at the screen and frowns. “Twenty-five missed calls? What the hell?” She scrolls some more. “They’re all from you. That’s excessive Jackson.”
Again, the nonchalance of her tone sets me on edge.
“You said your sessions would only be an hour apiece. So it shouldn’t have taken you so long to get back here.”
She shrugs with her eyes still glued on her phone. “I didn’t realize I had a curfew.”
I rip the phone out of her hand, irritated that it has her attention instead of me. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.”
She slowly raises her head and for the first time I notice her eyes are puffy and red. The nonchalance I thought I’d heard in her voice was something else. Wariness, maybe?
All the anger I felt before, quickly melts. I take the spot next to her.
What’s the matter, Zora.”
“Nothing you’d be interested in. As long as I’m here, right?”
“I wouldn’t as if I wasn’t interested. Tell me.”