Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
I even tried calling my mother to talk about Meadow and maybe visiting her in a couple of weeks. But the more time she spent at lunch, the more anxious and irritated I became. Then she walked in as if she didn’t have a care in the world. Looking all beautiful and happy, she made me even angrier that she was having this effect on me.
So, I snapped and called her into my office. What was going to happen, I had no clue. But then she stunned me when she quit on me. She stood there with her head high and shoulders back, and refused to take anything I was going to dish out to her. Instead of keeping my head clear, all I could think of was tasting her lips. Devouring her. Feeling her against me to see if she fit as well as she did in my dreams. I’ve spent the past two weeks jerking off to her, telling myself every single time it was wrong.
The kiss rocked my world. It’s like the roller coaster I was on suddenly did the dive down and all I could do was hang on for the ride. The knock on the door has me jump, and I turn around with her name on my lips, “Grace,” at the same time the door opens without me saying anything.
Grace stands there, her lips still a bit plump from me kissing the shit out of her. But her face, where before was tinted pink, is now pale white like a ghost. “Your wife is here.”
I don’t even have a chance to say anything to her before Marylin saunters in. “Darling.” She holds out her arms as she walks toward me. My eyes go from her to Grace, who avoids looking at me before she quietly closes the door. I’m about to call her back in here when Marylin grabs my face in her hands, turning my eyes toward her. “I missed you,” she says right before she kisses my lips, and my dick shrivels at the same time.
I move my face away from hers so fast I’m surprised I don’t get whiplash. “Marylin.” I take a step away from her. “What the fuck?” I wipe off her lipstick from my mouth.
Her hands fall from my face, and she plants them on my chest. “You look good, Caine.” She plays with one of my buttons. “You always looked good in a suit.” She smirks at me. “You look better naked.” She arches her chest and lifts one of her legs. “You always looked better naked.”
“Marylin,” I grit her name between clenched teeth, “what are you doing here?”
“Well, you wouldn’t take my calls.” She dumps her purse in one of the chairs before she walks over to the couch, sitting down and crossing her legs. She takes off her tweed jacket and tosses it aside, leaving her in a low-cut bodysuit. Any lower and her nipples would have been out. Her tits look like two small oranges. She stretches her arms on the back of the couch. “Are you going to come and sit with me?” She winks at me while her top leg swings back and forth.
“I think I’m good,” I tell her, standing here looking at her. “Now, what are you doing here again?” I put my hands on my hips.
“Well, as per our last conversation.” She taps the back of the couch with one nail. “I was thinking long and hard, and, well, I’ve decided.” She pauses for a second, and I don’t know if she’s thinking about the words she has to say or if it’s for dramatic effect. Knowing Marylin, I’m going to say it’s all about the dramatic. “I have been thinking.” If I could roll my eyeballs in the back of my head, I would. Also, when did her voice sound like nails on a chalkboard? “I think I was a little too hasty.”
“About?” I ask her, really not knowing where she’s going with this. That’s not right, I think I know where she’s going with this, and I also know that road has come to an end. Not only that, but there is also a huge meteor that came down from the sky and left a gaping black hole.
“About us,” she huffs. “I wasn’t ready back then for the whole husband-and-kid thing.” I stare at her for a couple of seconds, trying to make sure I heard her right.
“Husband-and-kid thing?” I laugh sarcastically. “And what, you think you are now?”
“Yes,” she answers without skipping a beat. “I’ve been thinking about it over and over, and what we had was amazing.”
“Yeah?” I say, folding my arms over my chest. “Which part?” I ask, and she looks at me like a deer caught in the headlights. “Was it the part where you left your newborn daughter to go home?” I ask. “Was it the part where you took me to court and sued me for alimony?” Her face goes from trying to be seductive to almost angry.