Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19655 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19655 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
“She can have them,” I grunt under my breath.
“Huh?”
“Don’t worry. Everything’s fine. My little trespasser isn’t going to get anything that isn’t coming to her.” I smile and wave my hand off. “Have a good night, but first, pick up my dinner. I’d like enough for two tonight. I plan on having a guest,” I say with a devious smirk.” He nods and turns on his heel back to my Mercedes. He probably thinks I’m crazy, but he’s wise enough not to say shit. “Oh, and Marco, please just leave it on the porch.”
“Yes, Jamison.” He nods and leaves. We’ve known each other for three years, and he’s the best I’ve ever had work for me.
Now to the business of my sleeping beauty. She’d fallen asleep under the largest palm tree by the house, wisely protecting her porcelain skin from the sun. I hope she used some sunblock on her perfection because I’d really hate for her to burn.
I step out back and watch for a few minutes, cataloging her beauty. Greedily, I snap a couple of pictures on my phone and admire her beauty. Her lips are slightly parted as she lets out the softest bit of a snore. I itch to scoop her up and carry her to my bed and let her sleep in the cool comfort of central air. My eyes rake over her, thinking she’s exposing too much.
What if it wasn’t me who found her sleeping, but some sick fuck? Who am I kidding? I am a sick fuck. The second I saw her, I knew I wanted to do every wicked thing I could to her. I’d run my hands down her long, sandy brown hair and drag her mouth to mine, crushing it in a deep kiss until she confessed her reasons for sneaking onto my property.
As I imagine tracing my hands down her body, I notice the scrape on her knee. It’s fresh. Looking around, I don’t see anything but her phone. I pick it up off the sand while doing my best to be quiet. Stepping away, I power it on. It’s nearly dead, but I have a charger for it in the house. I’ll make sure to leave it in plain sight.
Just as it comes to life, a text message comes in. Sandy, where are you? Call me. Text me. The message is from a bastard named Charles. Her name is Sandy. I wonder if it’s short for Sandra, or maybe something else, but I don’t want to call her Sandy. That bastard killed it for me.
Snarling, I consider my reply because I sure as fuck don’t want her to answer this fuck head, but the damn thing beeps and shuts off. Son of a bitch. I want to wake her up and demand she tell me who this guy is. Instead, I set her phone down and shoot a text to Marco.
I need to hit the gym. Keep an eye on the back. Let me know if she moves.
Yes, sir. Food in an hour.
Good. Thanks.
I hit the home gym, knocking the heavy bag around until I let the searing jealousy leave my bones. Once I’m done, I check on sleeping beauty. She’s still out cold, which is good for now. After my shower, I’ll make sure to carry her inside before I interrogate the criminal who stole my fucking heart. The one I didn’t know I had.
Marco doesn’t message me, which means my pearl is about to be dug out of the sand the second I get out of the shower. I enter the bathroom and lean my phone on the sink so I can see if she moves. Making my shower quick, I scrub off the sweat, but I’m not fast enough. It starts storming, and my girl is on the move. Marco pings my phone several times, so I pop out and wrap a towel around my waist. I make it to the front hall to see my sweet girl with the food bag in her hand.
She stops in place, staring at me with wide eyes. “Hello, sweetheart. What have you got there?”
She raises the bag to eye level. “Room service?” Her response sends fucked-up images to my brain.
Her mouth parts into a perfect circle and thoughts of her on her knees flood my mind, making my dick jerk under the towel and grabbing her attention. She licks her lips, and I’m about to nut on myself. “As tempting as that idea is, I’d like to know why you’re in my home before I fuck your pretty lips.”
“What? I don’t know what you’re talking about?” She flusters, turning bright pink.
“Don’t play games with me, sweetheart. Why are you creeping through my house?” I press my hands on my hips, which is probably not the smartest decision because her eyes go back to my cock which it likes very much.