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)
“No!” Henry yells as he runs as fast as he can in the other direction.
Julian’s eyes meet mine and I giggle. This child will be the death of him.
Henry is as wild as they come.
“Don’t make me come and get you,” Julian calls.
Henry keeps running, squealing with laughter.
Willow and I laugh as Julian shakes his head and takes off after him. We watch on as Julian scoops Henry up on the run, scolding him as he struggles to break free.
"I never thought I'd see the day when I was the good child," Willow smirks.
I kiss her temple and wrap my arm around her. “Pumpkin, that child would make The Devil look well behaved.”
TWO YEARS LATER
Julian is sprawled on the sofa watching television with a four-month-old baby sleeping on his chest. We have five children now. Willow is twenty-one and blossoming. She is working for the Masters Group, as well as doing business and commerce at university. She's dated a few girls, but of course, none of them are good enough for Julian. She's hinted a few times that she may move out… but I won't let her yet. I want her close for a few more years. Julian has finally given in to my nagging, and we are building her an apartment above the garage. I can keep her close forever.
Sammy is thirteen and still the light of my life, even though he has gone completely girl crazy. Julian goes Hulk every now and then, throwing his PlayStation in the bin because he's been on it too much, but Sammy and I sneak it out when he goes to work the next day. Henry is five, and oh my God this child was put on Earth to test us. He's silly, like me, but strong like Julian. He's the spitting image of his father, and even putting his shoes on can end up in World War Three like arguments. Things have to be done his way and only his way. Julian and he lock horns at least twice a day. Aaron, our angel baby, is two. He's upstairs asleep and he is the absolute image of Sammy. Both in nature and looks. He has dark hair, a big smile, and he always wants to keep everyone happy.
And then we have baby Alexander. Another boy. High maintenance and wants to be held all the time. It’s rare if Julian doesn’t have him in his arms.
The outside world knows Julian as the serious cranky judge.
But the children and I know better. He’s a beautiful father and husband who adores and dotes on us all.
He’s the glue that holds our family together.
And we love him.
Julian Masters
Requests the company of
Bree Johnston
Occasion: Conversation.
Date: 22 August
Time: 7 PM
Place: Room 612: Rosewood London
Dress code: Bondage
I smile and I knock on the hotel room’s door. I still get my invitations for our Thursday nights every week. Julian isn’t about to let that side of himself go.
When we are here, we aren’t Mum and Dad with responsibilities.
He is Mr. Masters and I am his high-end call girl, and I fucking love it.
He makes me feel so alive in this room.
The door opens in a rush and he stands before me. Trademark navy suit, just fucked hair with a wave in the top, and dominance oozing from every perfect pore.
His dark eyes hold mine and his tongue slides over his bottom lip in anticipation. My stomach still flutters every time.
He’s just so…
Perfect.
I'm wearing leather lingerie and an oversized coat. I have thigh-high, black leather boots on, and my hair is set in a high ponytail. My red glossy lips finish the whole look. I really take my role-playing seriously these days. I know how much it means to both of us.
“Come in.” He gestures to the room and I walk past him, stepping inside. I notice the whip and the baby oil on the bedside table instantly.
A thrill runs through me.
“Where would you like me, sir?” I ask as our eyes meet.
He unzips his suit pants. “On your knees.”