Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81581 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81581 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Pride fills my chest as I follow her. The skirt hugs her ass perfectly. My fingers twitch to grab the hem and slide it up to her hips so I can see which panties she’s wearing. I’ve pulled them all out of her drawers and inspected them. I have my favorites—favorites that I didn’t steal for my own personal Violet souvenir collection in hopes that I’d get to see her in them one day.
“What is this?” she asks suddenly, drawing me from my thoughts.
“Mmmm?”
She snaps around and glares at me. Her pert nose flares with anger. I bite the inside corner of my lip as I stare at her pouty parted lips. God, I need those lips like I need air. They tasted like sweet honey when we kissed last night—
“Gray,” she hisses. “Focus.”
Focus.
Focus.
My eyes are on hers.
Locked.
She’s in my sights.
And I’m coming straight for her.
I’ll obliterate her heart.
She’s my target and I’m the motherfucking bullet.
Mine to pierce and lodge myself into.
“Gray.” Her voice is softer this time. Those dark brows are no longer furled in anger. They pinch together in concern. “Why did you buy me a chair? I thought this was for you.”
I flash her a smug grin. “You practically fell asleep in it. Why do you think I had you test it out? Just don’t go falling asleep on the job. My methods for waking you up are…” I scratch at my jaw with my finger and narrow my gaze at her as I lick my bottom lip. “Unconventional. Probably illegal.”
Embarrassment paints her cheeks and throat as her eyes quickly dart around to make sure nobody heard. I simply shrug. Who’s going to tell on me? I’m the fucking owner.
“Gray,” she murmurs, her voice thick with an emotion I want. Something that my ears equate to need and lust. I want to bathe in the way she says my name. “I’ll be leaving in less than two weeks. You shouldn’t have bought me a chair.”
As if cold water splashes me awake, I jolt at her words. “Nonsense. The chair you had was crap. You deserve it.”
Her cheeks turn slightly pink as she sets her purse down on the desk. “You shouldn’t have.”
“I did,” I challenge in a low tone.
She flashes me a smile that makes my heart nearly thud out of my chest. When she sits down and leans back, she lets out a sigh of approval. “Okay, so maybe you should have like six years ago.”
I smirk and sit down on the edge of her desk. “After you get situated this morning, we’re having a meeting.”
Her brows crash together as she frowns, and I instantly hate the loss of her smile. “What sort of meeting?”
“One that’s long overdue,” I tell her with a sigh.
“Sir,” Truman grits out as he approaches carrying a steaming mug of coffee. “As requested.”
I don’t miss the slight intake of air from Violet. Pride fills my chest that I’m already making changes that will make her happier. And making this dipshit do menial tasks will make her fucking giddy.
“Thanks,” I grumble as I accept the coffee. I take a sip and it kind of sucks but at least she didn’t have to make it. “Oh…”
Annoyance flits in his eyes but he wisely clenches his jaw to keep those words locked up tight. “Yeah?”
“Violet needs coffee this morning too.”
His nostrils flare as he regards her. “How would you like your coffee?”
She sits up and leans forward plastering on a bitchy smile I’ve never seen before. “I take Splenda in my coffee, sugar.”
I narrow my eyes at her. I know for a fact she doesn’t take her coffee that way, but something tells me she’s saying something that is intended to piss him off. And, boy, does it work like a charm. He lets out an angry huff and storms away.
Her smile turns into a beautiful one I’m familiar with and her brown eyes glitter with triumph. I love this look on her perfect face.
“Let me guess,” I say, my eyes lingering on her pouty lips I’m desperate to nibble on. “Truman likes Splenda in his coffee.”
She laughs, the sound reverberating its way straight to my cock. “He’s an asshole. Serves him right.”
“You let me know if he so much as gives you a funny look,” I tell her in a firm tone. “I want to know everything.”
Relief morphs her features and it once again makes me feel like a fucking blind prick. She’s been dealing with this shit for six long years. I could have stopped it. All I had to do was notice…
“I’ll be in my office. Come see me when you’re settled,” I instruct before stalking unwillingly away from her.
“Your mother wants you to stay with her so she can look after you,” my father says from in front of the hospital window. His arms are folded across his chest and he refuses to look at me.