Total pages in book: 266
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
I make my way into the kitchen to see bags piled up on the kitchen table. Being myself, I start to open them up to find lingerie. A sexy black lace teddy. A pair of black Christian Louboutin heels. Some more lingerie and then underwear. Another pair of heels.
She spent the day shopping.
Leaving everything, I head to her bedroom and find the bathroom door open with her phone on the counter. Spotify is open, and she’s blaring “Dirty Thoughts” by Chloe Adams.
She’s got her dark hair up into a messy bun on top of her head, and a bottle of wine sits on the side of the tub. It’s halfway gone. The tub is filled to the brim with water and so many bubbles that they’re sliding down the side of the tub to the floor. Her head rests on the fluffy white pillow, and a washcloth lays over her eyes.
I crouch down next to the tub and pick up the corner of the washcloth, slowly pulling it off her face. Her head rolls to the side, and her eyes open to meet mine. “Rough day, doll face?”
She sighs and turns her head to stare up at the ceiling but says nothing.
“What happened?”
“Wesley found out about you.”
I frown. “Who is Wesley?” As I ask, it comes to mind. “Ahh, the boyfriend.”
“As if you ever cared that I had one to begin with.”
“I didn’t,” I say, and she gives a rough laugh. “What did he have to say?” I’m guessing she means by found out about me is in regard to fucking her. If it was Lords related, she’d be freaking out because he’s part of her fake life.
She lifts her left arm from the tub. A diamond sparkles on her bubble-covered hand. “He was going to propose.”
Now the jewelry box in my pocket makes more sense. “Kinda small, isn’t it?” I joke.
“Funny how he thought I would marry him.” She gives another laugh. “He didn’t even know me. Not the real me.”
I remember our conversation in bed when she said, “Don’t you want someone you know will love you unconditionally?”
Looking at my watch, I see it’s almost seven. “Come on.” I stand and grab her towel. “Dinner is in an hour. We need to get going soon.”
I see her tense, and her breathing picks up at my reminder of our plans tonight. She reaches for the bottle of wine and begins to down it. Then she stands, and I notice her eyes can’t meet mine. Instead, she stares at my T-shirt while allowing me to wrap the towel around her.
“You sure everything is okay?” I ask, cupping her face and forcing her eyes to mine.
She blinks, her lashes fanning her cheeks before she swallows nervously. “Yeah, just tired.”
I frown at the lie but let it slide. She’s keeping secrets but so am I. I’m not going to tell her what I did today or that someone had hired that man to follow her. I don’t want to scare her. There’s nothing for her to worry about. I have it taken care of.
SIXTY-ONE
CHARLOTTE
I’m freaking out. Fucking terrified at what I’m about to do. As of right now, I’m turning him over to the Lords.
And that changes everything.
He’s on to me. He knows something is wrong. I can’t hide it, so I’m going to have to convince him something else is bothering me. Or allow him to take my mind off it for a little while.
“Can we skip dinner?”
His frown deepens. “Of course. What else do you have in mind?” he asks.
I wrap my arms around his neck, causing the towel to drop to my feet, and his eyes fall to my chest. My nipples are already hard, and my heart pounds. I want him to fuck me. Maybe I’ll get lucky, and he’ll fuck me to death. Then I won’t have to make a decision.
“I want you to fuck me,” I say, lifting my chin.
His eyes meet mine, and a smirk plays on his gorgeous face. “I love it when my girl uses her words.”
Wetness pools between my legs, and I try to ignore the way my heart skips a beat. We’re on borrowed time. I want to ask him to make love to me. So I know what it feels like once in my life, but I can’t make the words come out. That would throw up too many red flags because I’m his whore, not the love of his life.
I reach up and press my lips to his. His hands drop to my ass, and he picks me up. My legs wrap around him, and I devour his lips. Like I’m on death row and this is my last meal. Which, in a way, it is. Possibly for both of us.
This will be our last time together. I’m going to let him do whatever the fuck he wants to me. I’m his offering. He just doesn’t know it.