Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 79061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
After, both the shower and breakfast were an unhurried affair, but all throughout he also had to scowl at Lane to keep her from saying ‘I told you so.’ Yes, it was true that because of her blasted alarm they now had more time to spare in the morning, but he absolutely disliked hearing the truth, and that was that.
He drove her to school before heading to work, and the car ride was mostly spent in companionable silence, with Angelo’s mind already occupied with his plans for the day while Lane was again content just to be in his presence.
When they reached CU, she immediately tried making a break of it—-
“Not so fast.” An arm snaked around her waist to pull her back to her seat, and she reluctantly let go of the door handle. This wasn’t ever a battle she won, but it didn’t mean she should stop trying.
As Angelo cupped her chin and made her face him, she mumbled, “You’re so unfair. You can at least choose to drive a car with tinted windows.”
“What you must think of me.” His soft voice was filled with disappointment. “It’s for your sake that I’m driving this. All the cars that I have with tinted windows are over five million dollars.”
She winced at the amount.
“This one I’m driving is just three point five. This is more preferable, si?”
She said doubtfully, “I guess.”
“Now,” he purred, “let me give you a goodbye kiss like the perfect boyfriend that I am.”
Oh no.
But there was no escaping him.
His mouth closed over hers, his lips nibbling hers, his mouth sucking on her lower lip before his tongue finally slipped inside her mouth. He kissed her so long and passionately that in the end, she could only hold on to him as she surrendered to his claim.
Angelo forced himself to raise his head, knowing that if he continued for another second, Lane would end up late for her class. He surveyed her face with deep satisfaction, taking note of her kiss-swollen lips and the way her eyes were still clouded with need.
Good, he thought. No one would be able to forget she already belonged to someone else upon seeing her.
When she only continued to look at him, he asked wickedly, “Are you trying to tempt me into another kiss? Because I will gladly—-”
His words made her flush, and recovering her senses, she stammered, “No, thank you.”
Her too-polite response made him grin.
She reddened even more. “Sadist!”
“I try my best to be one for you, my Lane.”
She bit back a sigh. Oh, why did she even bother verbally sparring with him? Picking her purse up from the floor, she said, “I have to go.”
He nodded, murmuring, “If you need anything, you know where to find Fico and Umberto.”
“T-thanks.” Even though it had been almost a month since she had become his girlfriend, Lane still hadn’t gotten completely used to the idea of having people at her beck and call.
“No panicking today?” His knuckles grazed her cheek as he spoke.
“No panicking,” she promised, her heart tripping over itself at the tenderness in his gaze.
She stepped out of the car, and when she looked back at Angelo, every trace of her sweetly possessive lover was gone. In place was the coolly composed billionaire, and she fought back a smile at the way Angelo nodded at her oh so politely before driving away.
No one would have thought that this was the same Angelo who woke up with the cutest bed hair and liked to eat her pussy in the shower.
No one.
She hugged the knowledge to herself.
Then she turned around and found practically the entire university staring at her, most of them women, throwing daggers at Lane with their envious gazes.
Oh gosh, she had forgotten about those tint-less windows.
“Hey, you,” a laughing voice called out to her from the sidewalk. Lane turned to it in relief, recognizing her friend’s voice.
She waved hi at her friend, watching in amusement as the guys around them literally stopped walking to stare as Farica sailed past them, looking every inch the fun-loving heiress she was. Her outfit was glittery and short once more, but somehow Farica managed to make the dress appear more elegant than trashy.
“I saw everything!” As was her habit, Farica had her arm curled comfortably around Lane’s upon reaching her friend. “And I’m still gobsmacked. I never pegged you to be the exhibitionist.”
Lane was about to protest when she saw Josh across the street. She started to wave, but as soon as their eyes met, Josh lifted his chin and deliberately turned away. He had snubbed her, again.
Farica saw the entire thing, too. “Still mad at you for quitting?” she remarked sympathetically.
“I guess.” Lane had told Josh early on that she had come back to work out her notice, but he had only laughed it off. You’re a smart girl, Lane, he had told her. You know it’s foolish to give up reality for fantasy.