Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 141251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
I blow out the candles and they all cheer. My eyes meet Julian’s across the table and he smiles softly.
I can’t wait to hold him in my arms after everyone has gone for the night.
It’s different now between us. Since he told me about his past and we had sex in the house, he comes to my room every night, staying until he has to get up for work. I look forward to going to bed now because I get him to myself. Even the sound of him asleep beside me is soothing.
I’m in love with him.
It happened somewhere between the crazy hotel hook-ups and now, despite the serious persona he puts on to the world. I know what a tortured man he is, and yet the tenderness he gives me when we're alone melts my heart. Every damaged inch of him is perfect to me.
“Make a wish.” He smiles.
My eyes search his and I blow out the final candle.
Don’t let this end.
The guests are gone, the house is quiet, and I’m waiting for my man in my bedroom. This is the worst part of my day, when he’s upstairs waiting for the children to fall asleep before he can come to me.
Eventually, he knocks quietly and walks in. I turn and smile at the sight of him wearing a navy robe over his boxer shorts.
“How’s my girl?” he whispers into my hair.
I close my eyes and wrap my arms around him. “Better now that you’re here.”
He steps back and takes out a gold envelope with a red ribbon around it.
“What’s this?”
“I could lie and tell you it’s a present for you, but it’s really a present for me.”
I frown as I stare down at the envelope.
“Open it.”
I untie the silk ribbon and pull out a cream card.
I giggle when I see that it’s actually an invitation, but this one looks like a proper wedding invitation.
Julian Masters
Requests the company of
Bree Johnston
Occasion: Birthday.
Date: This weekend
Time: 6pm
Place: Rome
Dress code: As you are.
“Rome?” My eyes rise to meet his. “W-what?”
“I thought you might like to go to Rome for the weekend…” He pauses, as if he’s suddenly nervous. “For your birthday.”
My mouth falls open. “Really?”
He raises his brow and throws me a sexy smirk. “Really.” I jump into his arms. “Oh.” I pull back and stare at the invitation. “You want me to come as I am?”
His eyes search mine. “It’s you that I want.”
I bite my bottom lip to stifle my stupid smile. “I’m twenty-six today, Julian.”
“Then I owe you twenty-six orgasms. Get on your back and open those pretty legs.”
He pushes me back and I fall onto the bed with a giggle. He crawls over me, and I can feel his erection against my stomach as his lips trail down my body. He pushes my legs apart aggressively, and his tongue sweeps through my wet flesh, making my back arch off the bed.
"Happy Birthday, baby," he whispers to me. "Let me in."
Chapter Twenty-One
I stand at the airport check-in desk like I’m a groupie waiting to be let into a rock concert.
Julian Masters is my rock god.
He’s checking us in for our flight, and it’s clear to see that the stewardesses are all swooning over his every word. He’s wearing a charcoal suit, a light blue shirt with a navy tie, expensive shoes, and his customary designer watch. My man is tall, dark and handsome. He oozes power, money, and enough sexual energy to light up a universe.
Sorry, girls. He’s all mine and he’s taking me to Rome for my birthday to give me twenty orgasms. Suck it and weep, bitches.
I smile goofily to myself. What is this frigging life? I have a hot man taking me to Rome and shit.
This is how the other half lives. Now I‘m doing it in style. I take a quick picture and send it to Emerson with the caption:
Ready for Rome
xx
Julian turns back to me, frowning when he sees me and my exaggerated smile. “What’s that look?” he asks.
“This is my ‘I’m so happy I could burst’ look.”
He smiles softly.
“I’m sure you see it on my face all the time,” I add.
He shakes his head. “I’ve never seen it before in my life.”
I take his hand in mine. “I’ve been wearing it for a week now, Mr. Masters.”
“Oh, that. I did wonder if you were ill.” He smirks. “You’re very easily pleased, Miss Brielle.”
I smirk back at him. “Just the opposite, my love.” His smile fades as his eyes hold mine.
Shit, I just called him my love. Why did I do that?
I reach up and kiss him softly on the lips to try to distract him.
He takes my hand in his. “Let’s get going.”
I stare at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. My hair is down, full of soft curls. My makeup is smoky, and I’m wearing a soft pink evening gown, which I bought yesterday, along with some matching pink stilettos. I know why he gave me his credit card now. He knew I had nothing to wear that was up to the standard of the places that he would be taking me.