Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Why?
Three days ago, we all had her on top of the fucking world.
Now she’s suddenly confused?
I lean back in my chair, my hands behind my head, and for a few minutes, the memories of the last month come rushing through my mind. The first time I met Julia, she absolutely captivated me. But stunning in looks as she was, it was her personality that truly tugged at me.
She seemed like she needed something. Little did I know then that what she needed was to truly experience life, something the four of us specialize in for others and ourselves.
Later that same day, the four of us showed her how a real orgasm felt. I’m fucking getting hard just thinking about banging her that day—bending her over the desk, and listening to her begging to cum.
That was the day I knew she was ours. Now, we just need to figure out how to convince her of that. I thought we had, but I was wrong.
Cold feet took a choke-hold of that woman.
Even when we fucked at Spencer’s island resort, she was more than receptive to it. She took both of us with no hesitation. What the fuck’s wrong with this crazy woman?
Every one of us is obsessed with her, and yet she doesn’t think it’ll work with us. I can’t wrap my brain around her thought process.
Xane, who’s been quiet through most of this, finally breaks his silence. He might’ve figured this all out; if anyone could just by meditating, it would be him.
“Here’s what we’ll do. Ignore Julia. We’ve made the last phone calls to her today. Let her stew in her own juices for a few days, and she’ll come running back to us.”
“None of us need a woman,” he continues. “We choose to have one because she’s the right one. Now, I know this sounds harsh, but if she doesn’t want us, then that’s up to her. Every one of us has something that woman can’t resist. I promise you, she’ll find her way home.”
I’ll admit—he might have something there. If we don’t chase Julia, she’ll go crazy wondering why. Women can’t refuse us.
Look at us—could you honestly refuse any one of us, much less four of the best fucking men in the city?
“Sounds like the perfect plan,” Spencer says, shrugging.
Killian nods, and he tucks his phone away in his pocket as well.
“I won’t try to contact her, either. She can come running back to us on her knees,” Killian says, laughing a little sadistically at the end.
Xane reaches his hand out, and all of us shake on the plan. We’ll forge forward, but none of us will contact Julia until we know that she’s ready to talk.
One by one, we all leave the ship. I’m the last one to go—on purpose. I want to check the room Julia was in before leaving. Not that I expect anything to be left behind, but in a way, I hope there’s something for me to take with me.
It still smells like her. Her memory lingers on everything she touched. I’m not sure why I’m taking this so personally, other than the fact that I know she’s the one.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see it.
Black silk, thin straps, and waiting for me to take it home. A pair of panties. I use the tip of my finger to lift them, almost not wanting to tarnish what I’ve found.
“Well, then, look what I have,” I smirk. I’m talking to myself as though this is a prize worth framing.
I tuck the panties into my jacket pocket. These are mine now. If I can’t have the woman, I’ll at least have the memories of her.
“Sir, your car has arrived,” the first mate says as he walks by the stateroom.
“Thank you. Tell him I’ll be right there.”
I grab my bags, finally leaving the ship, but this won’t be the last time. I’ll have my Princess again. We all will.
Chapter 34
Julia
The moment I walk through the doors of my office building, I feel at home. I’ve spent so much time here that often I wondered if I should just add a bed to my office space. Not really, but as many times as I fell asleep on the overstuffed couch in the corner, it wouldn’t be the most illogical decision I’ve made lately.
“Welcome back, Julia.”
“Welcome back, boss.”
A warm welcome from the staff makes me feel good. After all that has happened, I need a few words of praise from those who know me so well.
“Coffee, please? I’ve so much to catch up on,” I say the moment I see my assistant lurking around the Keurig.
I spent the last month in and out of hotels, planes, and boats that wearing heels again makes me miss the comforts of vacation life. The first thing I do is slip the shoes off, wiggling my toes to celebrate their freedom.