Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Pocketing the locket, he got to his feet and moved toward the window. Glancing out over the city below, he marveled at the place that never slept. The city full of secrets, lies, and the deadliest of sins. And yet, his thoughts returned to Chloe.
It would have been a lot easier to kill her. She worked in one of the many bars they owned. The mess would have been easy to clean up, and he didn’t know what it was about her that saved her. He was surrounded by beautiful women with just the snap of his fingers. His men would bring women to match what he desired, with no questions asked.
They were nothing like Chloe. They didn’t have the same fire or passion. The women would try to lure him, bring him to his knees, so they could have the title of owning Roman Sidorov.
Not Chloe.
During their year of dating, when she didn’t have a clue who he was, she’d been charming. When they were out enjoying a nice meal, Chloe would wait for him to order before ordering herself. Any dessert she ate, she’d share. Even when they went to the fair, she made sure he took part in every ride. She didn’t try to play him.
It had been natural with Chloe, and the truth was, in all his adult years, he’d never had a woman just be with him. He was used to women putting on a show. Chloe had no qualms about wearing a pair of sweatpants, a large stained shirt, and hanging out with him. Yes, he’d seen her wearing beautiful dresses, skirts, tops, the works, but she also showed him that other side of her.
He found her refreshing. Just thinking about her made him hard. And … he missed her.
What the fuck was wrong with him? Roman didn’t miss anyone.
But it didn’t stop him from taking a seat, reaching for his cell phone, and dialing his apartment. It kept ringing until it went to voicemail. Rather than call his men, he checked in on Chloe again, and this time, she answered it.
“Hello,” she said.
“What took you so long to answer?” he asked.
She also sounded a little out of breath.
“You do realize the proper protocol when answering the phone is to say hello back?”
“Answer the question.”
“You’re a little moody today. What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing is wrong, I want to know why you took so long to answer the phone.”
He heard her blow out a breath. Was this woman exasperated with him? He couldn’t help but smile.
“If you must know, I was cleaning our bathroom, and I couldn’t figure out where the phone was coming from. I had to keep listening for it to ring, and the louder it got, the closer I was to it.”
“It’s in my office,” he said.
“I know that now, and trust me, I didn’t like the idea of coming inside here either.”
“You do realize you don’t have to clean,” he said. “I have a house cleaner.”
“So? I like cleaning, and besides, you realize you left me here with absolutely nothing to do.”
“There’s a television.”
“Yeah, and I got bored after the first thirty minutes. I had to do something else. Besides, I like cleaning.” She snorted.
He knew she hated cleaning, but she always said it was a necessary evil as she hated dirty environments.
“What are you wearing?” he asked.
“Be careful, Roman, this is going to turn you on.”
Again, he couldn’t help but smile. “I’m listening.”
“Sweats that have holes in certain places, at the knees, from all the cleaning. My shirt is way too big, it hangs off my shoulder, and there are bleach stains. I think there might be a few questionable stains, but I would hate to really think about where they came from.” She had deepened her voice, to almost make it quite sexual.
Roman burst out laughing.
“But if you must know, underneath my dirty, filthy cleaning clothes, I’m wearing the red lacy set with the blue ribbons that you got me.”
This made him stop laughing.
“The red and blue?” he asked.
“Yes, the red and blue. It feels so comfortable.”
“Take off your shirt.”
She let out a gasp. “Roman, inside your office, how could I do that?”
“Easy, take it off, and the pants as well.”
He was pretty sure he heard her putting the phone down and out of the way. Roman heard rustling but he couldn’t be sure what the sound was.
“They’re off,” she said.
“Sit down in my chair.”
As she did so, she let out a little gasp. He had a leather chair. “It’s cold,” she said.
“Don’t worry, you’re going to be warming yourself up.”
He felt his dick getting even harder, imagining his woman sitting in his office, in just a pair of panties and a bra he’d bought her. Roman had picked them up last week. He’d walked past a lingerie shop, had no choice but to stop, admire them, and then go and purchase them in Chloe’s size. They were perfect for her. This was the first time Chloe had worn them.