Total pages in book: 131
Estimated words: 131799 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 527(@250wpm)___ 439(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131799 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 527(@250wpm)___ 439(@300wpm)
We stand in each other’s arms while I cry.
“It’s okay, it’s over. I got him,” he whispers, brushing the hair back from my forehead. “He’s dead.” He holds me close. “Shh, angel, he’s gone.”
The drone of the engine hums loudly in the plane.
Everyone is asleep after the night from hell. After Ben called it in to the authorities. The American Embassy turned up and have been at the house, interviewing us all night so that we could get clearance to leave the country. The UNI Special Forces team eventually stepped in and cleared us.
We had to get out of the country immediately, though, and Ben has to be at HQ in two days. He’s been on the phone to his superiors all night long.
Joshua is close to cracking the code, and Ben’s going to take it in with him when we get back.
Whatever it was, it must have been bad.
Thank God it’s over.
I drop my head to Ben’s shoulder and nuzzle into his big, safe, broad chest, trying desperately to remove last night from my memory.
How can I? It was horrific.
We walk up the corridor of Ben’s building in silence. It’s early morning, only 8:00 a.m. Unfortunately, we both know what to expect. Ben made me watch the footage of them breaking into his apartment a few days ago. He wanted me to know what the two men looked like if I came across them.
The apartment is completely trashed.
“Maybe we should stay in a hotel.” Ben sighs as he opens the door.
“No, let’s just get this done,” I tell him. “The sooner we get this shit cleaned up, the sooner we can relax.” The door swings open and we both peer inside.
Everything is all over the floor and every drawer has been emptied, no stone left unturned. The artwork has been ripped from the walls and the kitchen units now rest on the floor. Ben looks around as he clenches his jaw. I can feel the anger radiating out of him.
I blow out a deep breath because, God, this is overwhelming. “Where do we start?” I ask.
He scratches his head in frustration, but doesn’t answer. He walks up the hall to inspect the bedrooms, and I follow him. He stands on the bed and fiddles with the light switch before getting down and crunching something under his foot.
“What was that?” I frown.
“A camera,” he replies, distracted.
I look around for a moment and then put my hands on my hips with renewed determination. “I’ll tell you what I’m going to do.”
“What’s that?” He sighs as he inspects the devastation.
“I’m going to have a shower, and then I’m going to clean up this shit.” I point at him. “Then you’re taking me out to dinner. After that, we are going to come home and have some really rough sex.”
He smiles, and shakes his head in disbelief.
“What?” I smile.
“You.”
“What about me?”
“You’re a sex maniac. How the fuck can you think of sex when you’re standing in the middle of this chaos?”
My mouth falls open. “I am not a sex maniac.” I widen my eyes. “I just happen to be with a really hot guy who I can’t get enough of.” I pause. “And rough sex with him relaxes me. I’ve had a pretty stressful week, you know?”
He smiles as he pulls me close to him by my behind. “I have a better idea,” he whispers, his eyes dropping to my lips.
“What’s that?” I smile up at him as I wrap my arms around his broad shoulders.
“We take a shower and we have really rough sex now.”
I’m looking at him like a lovesick schoolgirl. “Yeah?” I listen.
“And then we clean up.”
I kiss his lips. “Uh-huh.”
“And then we go and buy you a proper engagement ring.”
What?
My eyes widen. “Really?’
He smiles as he kisses my lips. “Yes, really.”
I bounce on the spot.
“Do you think you can organise a wedding in six weeks?” he asks.
My face falls. “Six weeks?”
He nods. “Sooner, if possible.”
“What’s the rush?”
“I want everyone to know that the most beautiful woman in the world belongs to me.”
I grin. “Oh, and she so does,” I whisper dreamily against his lips.
He slaps my behind. “Come on, shower time.”
I stare at the huge rock on my finger, a broad, beaming smile plastered across my face.
Ben rolls his eyes as he looks at the menu. “It’s still there,” he mutters dryly.
We’re out at dinner. Well, actually, it’s a very late lunch and early dinner.
We cleaned up as much as we could at home, and then we went shopping. Ben bought me the most beautiful two-carat diamond solitaire ring I have ever seen.
It’s a gold band that holds one big fucking diamond.
I smile as I hold my hand out in front of me. “God, I’m loving myself sick with this ring. I’m Instagramming this shit to the max.”
He keeps perusing the menu.