Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 55093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 275(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 275(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Now was not the right time of course, her asshole old man was still giving me shit from the grave. But once I get her through this there’s nothing stopping me from taking her. I ignored the little voice that asked ‘for how long’. How the fuck should I know? I know that I want her; that she excites me in a way no one else has ever done. Let that be enough for now. I’ll deal with the fallout later.
She dragged me back to the present when she answered the question. “What more did they need to say? Other than daddy was a liar and a thief who stole from his friends and neighbors and when he got caught he blew his brains out. We can’t stay here, my mother….” She jumped up from the couch and tried to leave but I grabbed her hand.
“Sit down. Did your mother see it?” I tugged her arm until she was sitting beside me once more.
“My mother hasn’t left her bed in a month. But I know once this gets out, and I’m sure one of her ‘friends’ is going to tell her sooner or later, it’s going to destroy her. We were both having a hard enough time dealing with the suicide, we thought… I thought that he’d taken his life because he was ashamed of losing the business. This makes everything worse.”
I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists at the tears that slid down her cheeks. It wouldn’t do to tell her I didn’t give a fuck about her dad, he’s gone and for what he did I have no respect for him, but she’s his kid and she loves him. The truth is, I’m more interested in what else they’d had to say pertaining to her selling her underwear, which I’m sure was an exaggeration.
“We can’t go back and change what’s already been done.” Even I knew that my dry ass tone sounded cold and reserved, but for a man like myself, theatrics and bullshitting just for the sake of it never gets anything done. I prefer to deal with shit head-on, no blinders. The world would fuck your shit up otherwise.
“Right now I’m more interested in you and what’s been going on since the last time I saw you. Have you been selling your clothes online Emily?”
“Oh lord.” She covered her face in shame.
“Tell me.” She dropped her hands but refused to look at me as she told me about her friend’s idea. I listened without interruption until she wound down, my feelings for her becoming more confused by the minute.
“I’m proud of you.” She gave me a bewildered but skeptical look until I smiled at her. She wouldn’t know this, not ever having been without before in her life. But for someone who didn’t come from such wealth, who wasn’t born with a silver spoon in his mouth, I saw what she did as survival one-o-one. Better yet, it was something mom would’ve done.
Most spoilt little rich girls would never think of parting with their shit, no; they’d look for someone else to take care of them and with her looks I’m sure she had any number of willing men who would be glad to take advantage.
That last thought had me sitting up straight as a shot of jealous anger grew in my gut. I looked around for any evidence that anyone had been here but how the fuck would I know? I’ve never been here before. “Yeah well, you might be proud but the rest of the world is laughing.” She covered her face again.
“Fuck ‘em.” She snorted and looked through her fingers at me.
“Come on, where’s your mother?” I pulled her up beside me having no real idea of where we were going from here. I wanted to take her home with me, take care of her; make this all go away.
“Oh shit, mom.” She looked towards the stairs with a crestfallen look on her face.
Her shoulders slumped and I waited, ready to catch her if she crumbled. Instead she straightened herself up and a look of raw determination replaced the look of defeat that was just there a second ago. My admiration only grew more at that and I could all but feel her sucking me in.
It was that strength that I had seen in her before that had me by the balls. That resolve that mirrors my own commands respect, something I’m not ashamed to say was never high on my agenda when looking for a bedmate. It was this that was going to trip my ass up. But even knowing that, I couldn’t seem to stop myself. I was way past the point of putting the brakes on. I knew that shit when I flew out of my house to come to her.