Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
“I’m fine, Cobi.” The quiet in her answer lets me know she is lying but doesn’t want to tell me.
“Look at me.” I command lifting her chin with my finger. Her well-fucked glassy eyes meet mine and I can’t help but kiss her reddened lips before continuing. “You know I love you, right?” Smiling, she nods her head. “You also know there is nothing I won’t do for you, and you can tell me anything.”
“I know, big boy. I told you I am fine.” She tries to smile to reassure me, but it doesn’t work. However, I know we have to get ready for school. So, I nod, lift her in my arms and carry her into our walk-in closet. Yes, you heard me. She doesn’t technically live with us, but she might as well. She is here every night, and my mom took her shopping, filling one side of my closet with nothing but clothes for her.
When we began dating, she wouldn’t let me drive her to her home. It pissed me the fuck off, but I didn’t want to argue with her in the beginning. Then one night, I heard some boys joking about her mom being a walking snake hole and how those men are always at her place and taking bets on whether or not any of them have taken my girl. I knew I needed to know she was safe.
So, one day, after her shift, I drove her home and ignored her insistence that I don’t. I walked in and saw her mom performing oral on one man, while another one walked out of the bathroom with no pants on. I looked at my girl who looked ashamed with her head down, ordered her to pack some shit and took her home and she has been with me ever since. That was eight weeks ago.
My parents looked at me when I brought her home and saw my don’t fuck with me, look, nodded at one another and that was that. They know their son and I know my parents have a similar story.
Once we are in the closet, I sit her on the island and look through her clothes. “Do you have anything today?” I ask her trying to figure out what she should wear.
“Uh, I just have a tutoring session today at noon.” I spin and look at her because I have her schedule memorized and I know for a fact there was nothing about that. “They emailed me last night,” she adds. I call bullshit.
“Yeah, okay. Wear this.” I hand her this tank dress my mom bought her and pull her bra and panties from the adjoining dresser. See my girl is gorgeous. She is curvy in all the right places with an ass I love to smack and bite. Her hair is light spun gold and running my hands through it while she is asleep is like a drug. But my favorite thing about her is how tiny she is in stature. She is five-three to my six feet two inches. That’s pick her up with one hand and fuck her standing height difference. I love dressing her up, showing off her figure but walking beside her so every fucking thirsty dick in the school know she rides my cock only.
“Thank you,” she says lifting her mouth for me to kiss her. As pissed as I am right now about her keeping shit from me, I can’t deny her any amount of affection. “I love you,” she tells me and I take it as a confession and an apology for something she is about to do. Yeah. We will see about that.
Chapter Two
Ripley
I am a horrible person. A terrible person. I lied to the boy I love more than anything in this world, never mind the fact I did it for him. He doesn’t deserve a lie.
Jocobi and his parents have been so good to me these last eight weeks. When he showed an interest in me, as attracted to him I was, I tried so hard to maintain distance, but he wouldn’t allow it. He showed up everywhere I was, walked me to each class, had someone escort me to my tutoring sessions, and he drives me to work despite my objections. When he doesn’t have practice. He is always there to drive me home. It was mind blowing not to mention, it made me a target of all the girls in school who have been trying to become his girl.
Everyone in town knows the Monroe’s. His father is the lieutenant at the police station, and his mother is a heart surgeon who has been featured on TV, talk shows for the celebrity lives she has saved, and has written a few books. They are Darien Royalty. Not to mention they are regular donors to the women’s shelter and the education initiative in town. Another reason I wanted nothing to do with him.