Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 59671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 298(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 298(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
“I’m leaving for the day,” he tells Sammia.
“Yes, okay.” She smiles. “Good idea.”
“And he’s taking some time off, I just have to work out with Tristan when he can come and cover for him,” I add.
“We’ll see about that.” Jameson rolls his eyes. “I’m being hijacked, Sammia, do you see this?”
Sammia smiles and we walk into the elevator, the doors close and we turn to face them.
“You know what the girls on reception are talking about right now?” he says casually.
“That I love you and that I’m taking care of my husband’s mental health?” I smile goofily up at him.
“No.” He straightens his tie. “Not even close.”
“Then what are they saying?”
“That you smell like come.” He grabs my sex with his hand.
“Stop.” I laugh out loud as I swat him away as I look up at the cameras. “I do not smell like come,” I splutter.
Oh my god, do I?
He throws me a sexy wink. “Trust me, you do.”
The car pulls into the large circular driveway as nerves dance in my stomach.
I did it.
I got Jameson to take time off and come away; Tristan is covering at work for him and everything is going exactly to plan.
There’s just one little problem.
Jay thinks we are in Thailand to go to a fancy resort, I haven’t told him we are actually here to go to a wellness retreat.
No alcohol, healthy food, meditation, daily Chinese medicine healing sessions, tai chi, Pilates, and massages.
Jameson Miles’ worst nightmare.
He frowns as he looks out of the car window. “What is this?”
“Surprise.” I smile hopefully.
He raises an eyebrow. “What do you mean, surprise?”
“Well.” I lean over him and open his door. “We wanted to wind down and this is the place to do it.”
“What do you mean?”
Damn it, I’m going to have to just come out with it.
“We are booked into a wellness retreat, baby. Isn’t this great?”
“What?” He pulls the car door closed. “No way in fucking hell, Emily.”
“Jameson,” I say sternly. “Get out of the car.”
“No.” He pushes the lock down on the door. “This is the relaxing holiday you booked,” he whispers angrily. “I can’t fucking believe you.”
The driver chuckles from the front seat.
“This is not funny,” Jameson snaps. “Drive.”
The driver’s eyes flick to mine in the rearview mirror for approval.
“Do not drive,” I snap. “Stop being a big baby. Get out of the car, Jameson. Right now.”
“Absolutely not.” He crosses his arms. “I am not staying in this godforsaken fucking hippy place.”
“Well, I am.”
“Good. Have fun eating grass.”
Seriously?
“Jameson, I want to wind down and this is where I want to do it. Can’t you just come here for me?”
“No.”
I begin to get angry.
“It’s either this or camping for a month in Thailand, the choice is yours,” I snap. “And it’s wet season and the mosquitos are Jurassic Park sized.”
He opens his mouth to say something and I cut him off.
“I’m not even joking, Jameson. Do not piss me off,” I whisper angrily. “I am sick to death of living with a fucking stress head so if you can’t come here and try to relax for me, then why are we even married? What is the fucking point?”
He narrows his eyes and glares at me.
I get out of the car in a huff, I am going in and if he doesn’t stay here with me it’s going to be World War Three.
Prepare yourself, fucker.
The driver pops the trunk and gets out to help me with the bags. “Just the one?” he asks.
“Both bags,” I snap.
If he isn’t staying then he’s not getting his things either, screw him.
Thankfully I’m smarter than him.
I knew he would do this so in a premeditated attack I snuck the credit cards out of his wallet while we were on the plane. He has to stay, whether he likes it or not.
Even if he leaves now, he has to come back later.
I begin to roll the two large suitcases down the driveway and I can feel him watching me from the car.
Is he coming?
I get to the grand front steps and two doormen run out to meet me. “Hello, hello.” They smile as they grab my suitcases from me. “Let me take those.”
“Thank you.” I smile as I glance back at the car and see Jameson’s scowling face through the car window.
I can’t fucking believe him.
I walk to the front reception desk. “Hello, welcome. Can I help you?” The receptionist smiles.
“Yes.” I smile awkwardly as I slide over my credit card. “I’m checking in today. The name is Emily Miles.”
I glance over my shoulder to see the car I arrived in has gone.
He left?
I begin to hear my angry heartbeat in my ears, I went to so much trouble and begged them to fit us in because they were booked out and then I had to keep it a secret and the whole rigmarole and he fucking left without even looking at the place. Typical pigheaded Jameson Miles.