Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Nothing.
“Sure.” I move my arm away and kiss her nose because she’s frowning. “Let me go run, and I’ll meet you upstairs.” Maybe exercise will help. That, or I can use the excuse I wore myself out with my run.
Jesus, pathetic.
“What’s going on, Jett? It’s been days. You never go days without fucking.” Her eyes latch onto mine.
I smile. Does she honestly think she can find anything? Like I would ever let that happen. She is a devious bitch, though, so I do need to fuck her just to get her off my ass.
“I’ve been jacking myself off so much my hands have calluses.”
“So let me take care of you, baby.”
I fight back my distaste at her calling me baby, and I’m done with her fucking stale floral scent.
She drops to her knees, scooting between my legs. “Does Mr. Happy want to come out and play?” She reaches to pull down my sweatpants, but I stop her.
“I’m gonna change your perfume.” Grabbing her hands, I continue, “And your daughter could walk in any second.”
Dead silence.
Literally, all I hear is the neighbor’s gardeners mowing their lawn. That’s how much I’ve killed the vibe.
“What? Since when?” she finally speaks. Her eyes narrow, causing her face to look borderline ugly as she stands.
“Since I found a new perfume for you.” Great, now I have to go perfume shopping. Nah, I’ll get Rebecca to sell me hers. It doesn’t repulse me.
“Oh-kay.” She holds up a hand. “Let me get this straight. You got me perfume, and you’re worried about my daughter seeing us?” She cocks her head.
“Exactly.” I stare straight back at her, daring her to question me. Her eyes narrow, but she must feel I’m done because she rubs her forehead.
“Look, I’m just tired,” she snaps. “I had to hold Courtney’s hand the whole three days I was in New York. She’s a fucking prima donna. It’s exhausting building people up, and then leaving you with Raven… worrying you wouldn’t get along…” Her voice trails off as she leans back in the chair watching me.
I have to bite the inside of my cheek not to smile. What am I gonna say? Oh, we got along. She’s the best fuck I’ve ever had. And I get off on corrupting her, controlling her, oh, and my cock seems to only want her…
Yeah, somehow, I don’t think that would go over well.
“Morning.” The object of our conversation appears at the doorway. And my cock instantly hardens.
“Hello, Mother, did you have a nice trip? Happy to be home?” She smiles, wearing a tiny black bikini, hair pulled into a messy bun, and her lips glossed up.
I try not to stare as she goes to the cabinet for a mug. Looking at my phone, I hear her pour herself a cup of coffee.
“Home?” Rachel spits out. “This is not your home.” She snorts.
Slowly I look up and catch her rolling her eyes. I almost strangle her.
“What’s wrong with you?” I grumble.
Rachel might be a fucking cunt, but she should know when I’ve reached my breaking point. And I’m done.
Instantly, she picks up her coffee and laughs over the rim. “Oh, stop it. I was just kidding.” She shakes her head and takes a sip.
“I was going to take a swim. If that’s okay, Mr. Powers?” Raven holds her head high and stares at her mother, then turns to face me, her cheeks flushed.
“You never need to ask.” Our eyes lock, and for a moment I lose myself in them. Raven puts on a good act, but she craves love. It’s why she responds so well to me.
Rachel humiliating her is disturbing on so many levels. The first is how hard my heart is pounding. The second, why I can’t seem to control these feelings.
“I was joking, Jett. We’re going to be married, so of course Raven is welcome,” Rachel says tightly.
Again, dead silence. I need to get out of here and take Raven with me.
“I’m going for a run.” I look down at Rachel. “You should take a nap. You need to get rid of those bags under your eyes. Try ice—maybe that will help.”
Her mouth opens and closes and her cheeks flush in embarrassment.
Fucking cunt.
“Jett… please.” Her voice cracks as her hands instantly go to her face. I don’t wait to hear more. Quite frankly, I’m considering canceling going out tonight so as not to be near her. I stop at the doorway and motion for Raven to go ahead of me. She sets her cup down.
We don’t say anything as we walk. I open the door to the backyard leading to the pool area before I grab her arm.
“No. Let go, Mr. Powers,” she sneers.
Ignoring her, I drag her into the pool house. There’s a sauna inside and a separate room set up for my massage therapist.