Total pages in book: 190
Estimated words: 185785 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 929(@200wpm)___ 743(@250wpm)___ 619(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 185785 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 929(@200wpm)___ 743(@250wpm)___ 619(@300wpm)
He doesn’t fucking factor into who she is or what she’s gonna be to me.
The only thing that matters to me is that he’s out of her life.
Do I want to rip his face off for all the times he’s hurt her?
Fuck, yes.
Do I want to make sure he never sets eyes on her again?
Yes, I do.
But she asked me not to hurt him. As much as it chaps me, something about Violet makes me want to do what she wants.
Right now, I don’t wanna think about Raymond Iadanza.
Right now, I plan to start my day off right by fucking Violet.
My Violet.
She’s whimpering into my shoulder as I fuck her like I’ve got something to prove. Like I’m making sure she gets that she’s mine, like I’m proving that she’s gonna get to come again and again in this bed, because I’m gonna be the man for her. The man who gives her everything she wants. Anything she needs. All of it. Stunning orgasms. Beautiful things. Foot rubs. Back rubs. My protection. Everything I have. She’s mine. I’m hers.
This tight, hot pussy is mine. These beautiful double D’s? Mine. The long, sexy legs, the full lips, the gorgeous and satisfied look in these chocolate brown eyes, these adorable dimples?
All. Fucking. Mine.
***
“So, you can’t get out of your day?” she asks me after taking a long drink of the glass of juice I’ve brought her.
I shake my head, unable to take my eyes off her. I could watch her all day. “Unfortunately, no. But I’ll get back here to you as fast as I can. Get some sleep. I have energetic plans for this evening.” I wiggle my eyebrows.
“But… what about you? You didn’t get much sleep either.”
She looks exhausted, well-fucked, and blissed out in my blankets, her eyes sleepy. I’m showered, shaved, dressed in a suit, and on the edge of the bed. She’s stroking my thigh as she talks to me and it needs to stop because she’s waking my dick up again. I’m talking myself out of fucking her one more time before I go. I’m about to be late.
“I’ll sleep when I’m dead.”
“Don’t die!” She pokes me in the chest.
I kiss her nose.
“I have tomorrow off, too. Do you have to work tomorrow?” she asks.
“Tomorrow night I need to host a team meeting at Numbers. Why don’t you meet your friends after work in the bar for a drink and then bring ‘em over to Numbers. Have some fun. I’ll set up a VIP booth, load players’ cards for everyone, get a driver to get you all there, and then the driver can take them home and you and me can end the night back here.”
“That sounds like fun. Thank you. ”
I like that there’s excitement in her eyes.
“Let me know how many to arrange it for and I’ll get the details to Craig over there. My meeting with them is for an hour after close. You can wait up in my office for me.”
She smiles. “You’re awesome.”
“See you later, baby. Rest up and I’ll be awesome again when I get home.” I kiss her one more time and stand up.
“I plan to sleep a little, but later I should go to my place, get my mail, make sure he hasn’t…” She makes a face of distaste.
“Leave it for a couple days. Where’s the key? I’ll send someone over to check your mail. You need anything else from there before the end of the weekend?”
“Not urgently. My keys are on the desk in your guest room.”
“Today, I’ll make sure he’s vacated, grab your mail, and you and me will go over together Sunday and survey it.”
“Okay. Leave my car key in case I need it today?”
“No problem, but stay away from that apartment, okay? Until I know he’s vacated.”
“Not to worry. I have no desire to run into him.”
“You worried he’ll fuck with your stuff?”
She ponders this while wrinkling her nose. “No. I don’t think he will, not with knowing you’ve told him to leave me alone. If he does… it’s just stuff. He could get vindictive though with my photo albums. Hm…” She looks torn. And then she gets a look on her face that might be panic.
“I’ll make sure he vacates,” I tell her.
“No violence, please,” she says.
All I want for that guy is violence.
“I’ll get your mail. Maybe get someone to bring your stuff over here.”
“That’s not necessary, I…”
“Or pack up your shit and put it in storage. Yeah, that’s what I’ll do.” I reach for my phone.
“What? Storage? I don’t-”
“We can either go together and you can look everything over, or I can just hire some movers to go in and get everything.”
“Wait.”
I stop talking.
“Movers?” she asks.
Her eyes are wide.
“I’m jumping the gun, I know I am. I also know what I want. I want you, Violet.”