Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 110694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
“I will have two of my men take you back to your apartment to get your things. For now, you can keep it, and there is no need to bring everything back here. Both your bedrooms are already furnished, and you can go shopping to decorate them however you would like. If Stevie would like different furniture, then I will send in an interior decorator to work with you both to turn it into whatever makes her happy.”
I took his brief pause as my chance to speak. “I can’t pay for rent without an income,” I pointed out before he could dictate more of my life.
“I’ll cover your rent for the next year. You can decide what you intend to do when the year is over. I will still want to see Stevie regularly, so living in Nashville will be an issue. I’m sure you’ve thought of that.”
I took a deep breath, trying not to get overwhelmed with having everything taken out of my hands. “What about speaking to Hudson? I can’t tell him all this on the phone.” The bitterness in my voice was thick in every word. “Not that he will understand or forgive me, but he still deserves an explanation.”
Linc’s gaze gave me a once-over before the hint of a smirk turned his lips, but his eyes remained cold. “You don’t seem very torn up over that,” he drawled.
Was he serious? Of course I was upset. But he hadn’t given me any other choice.
“I am keeping it together for her,” I hissed at him, my eyes cutting back to Stevie. “If she sees how upset I am, it will affect her.”
His expression didn’t change. “Come now, Branwen. You can’t be that heartbroken over it. The dentist looks exactly like all those other preppy losers you cast off while sitting at that bar in Vegas before I rescued you.”
I hated how he’d called him the dentist, as if that were an insult. “Hudson is a successful dentist. He is one of the top in the city. He is kind and thoughtful. I’m lucky that he even gave me a second glance. Every female patient that comes in flirts with him. His last girlfriend was a pediatrician,” I finished, snapping my mouth shut.
He hadn’t needed to know all that. My need to defend Hudson to him was pointless. What good did it do? He could think whatever he wanted.
Linc rubbed his bearded chin and let out an unamused chuckle. “You were lucky he gave you a second glance? He’s a man. We are visual. We don’t give a fuck about a medical degree. We think with our dicks, and degrees don’t get them hard. Tits, asses, curves, legs, and plump lips with stunning eyes do. I think about fucking eighty percent of my day. When men put a ring on female it because it’s one they want to sink their cock into over and over. I made that mistake once, so I know better. But since his pasty, boring ass hasn’t married yet, he doesn’t know better, and he got a look at you and wanted to claim you. Don’t kid yourself. He probably walks around with a boner all fucking day when you’re working.”
I opened my mouth, then closed it. I wasn’t sure what to say. I thought, in a roundabout way, that was a compliment. Maybe.
“Tell me, does he take you to the bathroom and bend you over the sink during working hours or find a closet to spread your legs and eat your pussy?”
My eyes shot to Stevie again, who was happily watching the screen. I felt flushed all over. Hearing Linc talk about me being bent over a sink and fucked the way he’d done to me in Vegas, or my pussy in general, set a tingle off between my legs that did not need to be there. I was going to have to live under the same roof as this man. Getting messed up in the head over him was not going to happen. I refused to give in to my attraction to him or think of him as anything more than the dictator he was.
“He doesn’t, does he?” Linc asked. “Because he is boring. Polite. Thoughtful. Kind.” He clipped out the words as if they were insults rather than the way I had meant them. “Not one of those traits equals a man who knows how to fuck.”
I licked my lips and took a steadying breath, not wanting him to see that he affected me at all.
“My sex life isn’t something I will discuss with you,” I told him, sounding too breathless. Dammit. I cleared my throat and tried to scowl. “This is inappropriate and off topic.”
Linc’s eyes trailed down to my chest. “I’ve fucked your pussy raw. I know exactly how your cunt tastes, and you’ve pulled my hair while calling me God. I’d say we are past the uptight bullshit. I’m not your dentist.”