Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
I finally looked at him. “If it’s incorrect, then why haven’t you ever had a woman for more than a night.”
He held my look in return. “Because I haven’t found my muse.”
I looked away again, seeing Verona come into view.
He turned onto the road and approached my house. The gates were opened, and he drove into the roundabout. He put the vehicle in park but didn’t get out. “Con.”
I’d already opened the door. “What?”
“Women like her don’t come around often. Your family loves her, and she puts up with your bullshit. So, don’t do anything stupid, alright?”
I felt my jaw clench before I shut the door.
The men carried my stuff inside, and I walked into the house. The muscles of my torso immediately clenched once I was in my own home—because I knew I was about to look at her. There was so much anger inside me, resentment toward my parents and fury toward her.
Why did she have to say that?
Why couldn’t she have just left it alone?
We were happy. Our relationship was perfect, in its own twisted way. But now it was destroyed because she took it to a new level.
She could have just walked away from those reporters.
Or better yet, she could have stayed home like I asked her to.
I reached the third floor, my arms shaking because they were so tense. The veins in my arms were thicker than usual, blood circulating at a high velocity. My temper had been ignited, and I tried my best to put it out with an attempt at calmness.
I stepped inside my bedroom and found her sitting on the couch, watching TV in just my t-shirt. She’d already showered after work, but she didn’t put makeup on her face. She jumped slightly when the door swung open, clearly not expecting me. “Con, you scared the shit out of me.”
Con. It was a nickname only my family used. I’d liked it when she used it the first time, but now I recognized it as a sign of her possessiveness over me. She felt like she owned me, had a piece of me.
But I was the one who owned her.
She got off the couch and walked up to me in the doorway. She ignored my look of ferocity and moved into my chest, her arms wrapping around me. She rested her head on my chest and released a deep sigh. “I missed you…”
I was still angry, but when I smelled her hair and felt her affection, it was difficult to keep my feelings of rage. Like a queen, she commanded my emotions and brought me to a simmer. She sucked the anger right out of my skin, absorbing it like a sponge.
My arms moved around her.
“I’m glad you’re home. I couldn’t handle this separation any longer.”
I’d planned on telling her off the second I walked through the door. I wanted to scream at her for leaving the property while I was gone, even if she had my security team with her. I wanted to tell her that saying she loved me to a camera was the dumbest decision she’d ever made.
But I didn’t. I rested my chin on her head and felt her softness.
“I didn’t sleep well. It’s not the same without you here.” Her hands migrated underneath my shirt and glided up my chest, feeling the muscles of my stomach. She moved to my sternum, her fingertips lightly touching me. “And I miss having this…” She glided her hand over my chest and down my stomach. Her fingers felt the top of my pants, and she yanked on the top button to make it come loose. “I miss having you between my legs.”
I closed my eyes and felt my cock come to life. I was livid just moments before, and now I was soft and hard at the same time. The second this beautiful woman touched me and told me how much she missed me, all my rage disappeared. All I could think about was how good her hands felt on my body, how hard my dick got when she told me she missed fucking me for the past few days. She was just in my t-shirt, her panties acting as her bottoms.
She finally tilted her head upward to look at me, her hand wrapped around my length and stroking him. “Make love to me.” She rose on her tiptoes and kissed me.
I tried not to kiss her back, tried to fight the goodness that flooded my body. But the second those soft lips were on mine, I couldn’t fight it. I kissed her deeply, giving her my tongue when I felt hers. My cock twitched in her hand because these past three days had been as difficult for him as it was for her.
My hands moved into her hair, and I kissed her harder, passion overriding the rage. With every shared embrace, our current situation seemed to fade away. I wasn’t thinking about anything anymore. Now all I wanted was her, to fall into the throes of passion that she gave me.