Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
“I don’t care what you have to do, you're going to get it done by the end of the day or you’re going to be out on your ass,” he bellows. I peek in the door seeing he’s on the phone. I pull back before he notices me. He’s quiet for a long moment.
“This is your last chance. Get it handled. And if for some reason you don’t”—he pauses for a moment—“I suggest you get out of the country because there is nowhere you’ll be able to hide that I won’t find you.” I hear something drop. I’m guessing it’s his phone onto his desk.
“Are you going to hover outside my door, baby?” I peek back around the corner. He’s got a smile on his face. His demeanor has changed completely.
“I…ah…”
“Come here.” He motions to me. I do as he asks. My feet moving before my mind even registers that I am. He pushes back in his chair and pats his leg. I sit and he pulls me more into him. “Are you okay?” His fingers play with the ends of my hair.
“Yes, I was only wandering around.”
“You can wander this way anytime you like.” He noses the side of my hair, breathing me in. “You always smell so fucking good.”
“If you’re busy I can go.” I try to stand up, but he doesn't let me get anywhere.
“I’m never too busy for my wife.” Something inside of me settles.
“Is everything okay?” That conversation was so heated. He flipped it off like it was nothing.
“Work shit.” I lean back to look at him.
“You were rather angry.” Now I’m understanding why others have labeled him as being cut-throat.
“I am, but he’ll get it handled.”
I let out a small laugh. “I don’t think you gave him much of a choice.”
“I didn't get where I am by being a nice man, Fawn. I can be fair, sure. But if you cross me, I will make an example out of you so that way the next person who thinks about it knows better.”
I lick my lips that suddenly feel dry. Is it terrible that I’m turned on? “What if I do something you don’t like?”
His face softens. “You’re the exception to the rule. I think if you paid close attention, you’d see you’re the one with all the control.” I stare into his dark gaze, trying to understand. What if his attention for me is fleeting? Now that he has me, maybe the thrill will slowly begin slipping away. His hand inches up my thigh until it's under my dress. I always forget about everything else when he’s touching me.
“Want me to make you come, baby?” He nuzzles my neck. “Work some of that excited energy out of you?”
I nod my head as his fingers play with the edge of my panties. “Yes, please.” I wiggle in his lap. I’m already growing wet knowing what his fingers and mouth can do to me.
“As you wish.” He picks me up, spreading me out across his desk. Things tumble to the floor, but he ignores them, pulling my panties off from under my dress. Seconds later he buries his face between my thighs.
He does as he promised, working the excited energy out of me. Then again, Roman always stands by his word.
13
Roman
I sit in my office going over emails waiting for Fawn to come back from her gram’s apartment. Things have been going perfectly here for the past week. Grams has settled in nicely. She adores Ace, and he adores her back. He asked if he could call her Grams too. She was tickled by it. He’s actually having a movie night with her.
He and I are both enjoying being a part of a family. I never thought there would be someone out there that would fit me. I could be just making us fit. But I know I’m different with her. It’s not that I try to be, I just am. I seek her approval. She’s the one person whose opinion of me matters. She has no idea how much control she truly has over me. I may have strong-armed her into this relationship, but it’s her that has the hold on me now.
Other women would have picked up on it by now. Started to make demands and changes around here. Hell, I want Fawn to do that. To leave her mark in this place. I enjoy walking into the bathroom and seeing all of her things next to mine. Her pink fuzzy blanket thrown over one of the chairs. Or the flowers she’ll pick from the garden and put in our room and in my office. Each of those little touches remind me of her throughout the day and have me smiling. Something I did little of before she arrived here.
I grab my phone when it starts to ring, about to clear the call until I see it’s West. He’s been keeping an eye on Fawn’s father for me. He is starting to spiral. When people start to lose control, they make rash decisions.