Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 113639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 568(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 568(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
“Look, Eve.” I rub the back of my neck then reach for her cold hands. “I’m in uncharted territory here. All I want to do is take you to dinner, then I want to show you my house. No one but my mother and a few of the guys even know it exists.”
She gulps down the bread. “I… need to use the bathroom.” She stands and tosses her napkin on the table.
I lean back. “Fucking fantastic,” I mumble as her slender form bolts toward the restroom. Two guys in suits sitting at the small bar area over by the bathrooms stare at my girl as her sexy walk and stunning face lure them to her.
I want to jump up and pound my chest that she’s mine. Fuck, I already have my brand on her neck, but I want her wearing my vest, saying “Property of President.” The visual alone gets my dick hard. Grabbing some bread, I wait for her. Gino brings out our dinner and still, I wait. As I start to worry, she emerges. She glides back to the table and I almost stand up so that the douches at the bar can see who she belongs to.
“Sorry, I’m tired.” Her glow from earlier is gone. She looks pale.
“Eat something and we’ll go home and sleep.” She places the napkin back on her lap and takes a small bite. Our eyes lock. She blinks and I rub her soft cheek with my tatted hand.
“Eat, Angel.” She looks down and starts to eat.
“Well? Do you like it?”
She nods. “I love it.” She takes a sip of water. “Jason?”
“Yeah?” I can’t help but smile at her and how good my gnocchi is. I hold a bite to her, my dick twitching as I watch her wrap her mouth around it. “It melts in your mouth, huh?”
“God,” she moans. “It does.” She smiles. “I need to tell you something.”
I lean back. “Okay.”
She reaches for her water again and I watch her swallow before she sets the glass down.
Our eyes meet and she says the words I’ve been thinking. “I want you to not let me go…” She reaches for the water again and the top of her cheeks are flushed.
I exhale and smile back. “Good, baby. Because I’m going to make an announcement when we get back to the clubhouse.”
A loud commotion is happening at the bar with the drunk asses that were staring at Eve.
“Finish up, babe. I’m ready to get out of here.” She takes a couple more bites and looks drastically better. Obviously, she needed food and maybe wanted to say what neither of us want to admit.
“You need to eat more. Your job is to please me, Eve. When it’s us, alone, we are us, together. In front of my men, I need you to understand if I make you my old lady, you’ll need to behave accordingly and that means being healthy.”
She puts down her water glass with a thud. Small drops of water land on my hand. “You want me to be your wife?” Her voice sounds excited.
“It’s not a formal wedding, but you’ll wear my vest.” I pull her close, my mouth next to hers. “We’ll see how you handle it. My mom was great until my dad started moving his whores into the clubhouse.”
She pulls back. “Oh God, that’s awful. Your poor mom.” She shakes her head as her eyes widen. “Wait, you’re not saying that because you are going to do that, right?”
Setting my napkin down, I already sense the blood pumping in my ears. “Eve, you don’t have a choice if you’re my old lady.” I sneer. “You need to know who’s in charge and back your man.” Monogamy is not in my genes. My dad, grandfather, and brother fucked their way through the clubhouse and anywhere else they went. I’ve never been monogamous and the fact that Eve has held my interest and satisfies my needs is a fucking miracle. So I slam it home as I lean forward. “If I want someone to suck me off, even if it’s in front of you, you will shut up and watch like the good old lady you are.”
She looks like I’ve slapped her and like she might be sick and she covers her mouth, her head shaking. Her big eyes stare at me like I’m not human, and I almost relent and tell her I have no intention of doing that. But the truth is that as the president of the club I can do anything I want. I’m motherfucking king and if she wants to be my queen she needs to shut her mouth.
Placing her napkin on her plate, she scoots back. “I can’t, I won’t.” She stands up and looks around as if someone might actually help her. Her incredible golden locks fall around her bare shoulders in a wild, sexy way. “You can’t honestly think that I would tolerate that.” Her voice catches and her hands tremble as she reaches for her bag.