Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 69371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
"Call me if you need me," he says, then closes the door, leaving me by myself.
I kick the bottom of my dress as I walk toward the bed and sit down for a second. My hand comes out to take the headpiece out of my hair. My fingers trace the jewels as I think back to five minutes ago when I told him my story. I didn't know if I would be able to do it.
I know that when I get back to reality, I'm going to have to sit down with my mother and explain everything. Regardless if she hears the story from Edward or my sisters, she deserves to have the whole story, and she deserves to hear it from me.
Repeating the story again, I was wondering if the pain would hurt less. But the pain was just anger. Angry that I got played. Angry that I didn't see it right in front of my eyes. Angry that I let it happen. Angry that I fell for all the fucking charm he dished out. Angry that I knew I should have taken my time and not rushed into it.
I put the headpiece down, then stand to take the dress off. I look over and try to get to the buttons, but my fingers keep slipping. "Great," I mumble and walk to the door, pulling it open. He's standing with his arms stretched and hands propped on the island. His head hangs down, and the bottle of scotch sits in front of him.
His head moves up when I clear my throat. “You have to unbutton me."
"Um," he stutters, not sure what to say.
"I've tried, but I can't reach them." I turn, showing him that I can't get to them. I don't wait for him to come to me. Instead, I kick off my shoes and pick up the bottom of the dress with both hands as I walk to him. Once I get beside him, I turn and wait for him to unbutton me.
"Don't worry," I say over my shoulder. “I won't bite." I roll my lips as I feel his hands touch the first button. “Unless you want me to."
He groans, and I can't help but throw back my head and laugh. My body shivers when I feel his fingers against my back. I close my eyes and count to ten to try to distract myself from his touch. "I need a drink," he says.
"You can't. I'm the only one who is drinking tonight," I inform him and hold the dress to the front of my chest when I feel it start to slip down.
"Why is that?" he asks, and I can see his eyes are concentrated on the buttons.
"Because I’m the runaway bride." I giggle. “I wonder if I am going to have to add that to my business card."
"You are all done," he announces, turning and walking as fast as he can away from me.
I hold the dress to my chest as I walk back to the bedroom. I can feel his eyes on me, but I avoid looking back at him.
As soon as I close the door to the bedroom, my back falls against it, and I shimmy my hips so the dress falls straight down. I step out of it, and it still keeps its shape and doesn't fall over. I take a second to pick up my dress and put it in the corner. It’s not like I'm going to be wearing it anytime soon. I giggle, opening the backpack as I stand here in the middle of the room with my barely there white thong on. His smell hits me right away, making my stomach have little butterflies. “I'm just hungry,” I mumble to myself to make an excuse for why I’m getting all my feathers ruffled because of him. It’s stupid. He made it clear that he isn’t interested in me like that. I pull out one of his T-shirts and opt for the black one since I don’t have a bra to wear. Even though he's seen all that I have to offer, I shouldn't just flaunt it. Slipping the shirt over my head, I see it lands just in the middle of my thighs, and I don't even bother putting the boxers on. It is one thing to wear his T-shirt but another to put on his boxers. There is a line that shouldn't be crossed, and this is one of them.
Chapter 17
Luke
My hands shake as I hold the bottle and take a swig of the scotch. I close my eyes as I try to steady my breathing, the smell of her still around me. Fuck, she smells like heaven, the smell of a ripe lemon on a sunny day. All I wanted to do was lean into her and smell her one more time.