Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 20958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
“How is it you know exactly what I need, when I need it?” I ask him, boneless and ready to collapse. Kade pulls his fingers out of me, wiping my wetness on the inside of my thighs. He helps resituate me once he’s done painting me with my own cum. My panties are no longer to the side, my top is back in place, and he’s holding me the entire time.
“Because you’re mine, Drena.”
“And you’re mine, Kade.” Admitting his truth was as easy for him as it is for me.
“Good. I’m going to walk out of here first. I’ll give you a few minutes and wait outside the door. Then we’re leaving this place, and we’re going back to my house,” he states. Seeing as I don’t have a vehicle, he’s offering me a ride, and I’d end up at his house regardless, I agree with a nod.
“You good, or do you need help off the counter?” I can see the sheer smugness written on his face. Kade is more than proud of the boneless heap he’s left me in.
“I can do it.” He keeps one hand on my hip, bends down to pick up my discarded heel, and slides it back on my foot that’s hanging off the side of the counter now.
“Just in case.” He grips my hips, pulls me off the counter, and makes sure I’m standing on two feet before letting me go. “See you in a minute.” He drops a kiss to my lips, and then he’s walking toward the door. Meanwhile, I’m left reeling. I’ve got less than sixty seconds at most to put myself together and not look like I was just fucked before the alpha caveman barges right back in, throws me over his shoulder, and walks out of the restaurant while beating on his damn chest.
11 Kade
“Jasper Callahan, please.” By the time Drena and I walked out of the restaurant last night, Jasper and Lilian were long gone. I’m not sure where they went, and honestly, I couldn’t give two fucks. My main concern is and will always be the woman I left in my bed this morning to take care of whatever shit my father is trying to pull.
“And you are?” I’m not surprised at her response. I don’t make a whole lot of stops by this office. Hell, it’s probably the first time I’ve made an appearance in over ten years. I’d like to keep it that way, but no matter what I did last night to keep Drena’s mind off our parents’ marriage, I saw the underlying worries when she laid her head down on the pillow. We were facing one another, a tired yawn escaped her, and she started talking about all of the what-ifs. There wasn’t a whole lot I could do in that exact moment. All I could do was curl my body around hers and hold the fuck on.
“Kade Callahan, his son.” Her eyebrows shoot up to her hairline. She becomes frantic. Hands that were flying over the keyboard stop, one reaching for the phone to her left. The receptionist picks it up and immediately talks quietly into it. It may be early, but that doesn’t stop Jasper Callahan from getting to the office as early as possible. His day starts at the office and ends at the office. A path in life I could have very well walked down just as easily. Except money wasn’t everything. It didn’t save my mom, and it damn sure didn’t help my grandma at the end either.
“Mr. Callahan will see you now. Do you know which door is his?” Callahan Banking has been in the same building for as long as I can remember. I can’t imagine dear old dad changing his office. He’d lose his view looking over the intracoastal, and any chance he gets to boast, he will.
“I do, thank you.” She nods and returns to her work. When I left Drena this morning, my woman was still snuggled deep into the sheets and passed out. I hated waking her up, so instead of kissing her until she greeted me with her pretty brown eyes, I scribbled my chicken scratch handwriting on a note, put it on the pillow next to her, and slipped out of the house.
Today, I didn’t bother with dressing up in clothes I hate. I’m in a shirt with the surf shops logo on the back, a pair of jeans, and a pair of Van sneakers. A far cry compared to last night or what I wore while I was active duty. My hand lifts to knock on the door, but fuck that. Jasper Callahan doesn’t deserve my respect. I turn the handle and walk right in like I own the place. Funnily enough, he’d love for me to come work for him and have someone to hand it down to. Good fucking luck. The last thing I want is to be tied down to a desk and deal with rich assholes, or become one of them.