Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 21649 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21649 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
Lorenzo has been messaging me constantly, reminding me to check on his little sister, and I’m tempted to fuck with him a little. Probably not the best thing to do, but I’ve always loved to live dangerously.
When his latest text comes in, I can’t help myself.
Lorenzo
Don’t forget today is the day.
Me
Day for what?
Lorenzo
Don’t fuck with me. Today isn’t the day for it.
I know him well enough to know he’s probably dealing with things I don’t want to even attempt to imagine.
Me
I’m on my way to town to check on her now.
Lorenzo
Keep me updated.
Me
You’re welcome.
He doesn’t respond, but I didn’t really expect him to. I grab my keys and head out to my truck. A little voice in the back of my mind warns me that my life will never be the same again, but I shake off the forewarning.
Walking down Main Street, I debate how I should introduce Michela to the town. Silver Spoon Falls isn't huge, but it’s cozy and buzzing with life. A perfect place for a new venture. Of course, the stubborn, independent kitten might not want my help no matter what her brother thinks.
I spot a moving truck parked outside the modern building. It stands tall and gleaming against the skyline, a striking example of modern architecture. Its façade is a sleek interplay of glass and steel, with expansive windows that reflect the ever-changing colors of the sky. The structure rises gracefully, each floor tiered slightly to create a sense of movement and rhythm. The glass panels are floor-to-ceiling, inviting abundant natural light into the interiors and offering panoramic views of the town.
A petite figure with flowing coffee-colored hair and a determined look on her face hurries about, directing the movers. It’s Michela. Fucking hell. My heart squeezes in my chest as my cock wakes the fuck up. The beautiful girl I knew years ago has grown into a stunning, curvy woman. Sweat breaks out along my back as I realize I should’ve listened to the little voice of reason in the back of my mind that’s been nagging.
I walk over, the nostalgia I should be feeling already replaced by intense hunger. “Hey, Michela!” I call out, my voice croaking. I clear my throat and start again. “A little birdy told me you were moving to town.”
She turns, rolling her eyes as a smile breaks out across her pouty lips. “Little birdy?” She snorts. “You mean a big, grouchy hawk ready to pounce.” She rushes over to hug me, and I get the fucking shock of my life. Her curves melt against my muscular frame, sending electricity blasting through my body.
"Welcome to Silver Spoon Falls!" I pull back, swallowing the hunger that’s bound to get me killed if her brother ever finds out. “Need a hand?” Fuck. I have to get control of these crazy emotions before I do something stupid—like tying her little ass to my bed.
She groans and glances over her shoulder at the large truck parked in front of the building. “At this point, I’ll take all the help I can get. Thank you!”
We spend the next few hours directing the movers, unloading boxes, and arranging furniture. The manual labor does very little to kill the unexpected hunger coursing through me. By the time we take a break for dinner, I know the little voice was right. I’ll never be the same again.
One look at grown-up Michela, and I lost my heart and soul to her. It might get me killed, but I’m going to do whatever it takes to make Michela mine forever. Even if it means going up against her mob boss older brother.
Once we finish up for the day, Michela sits on one of the black and stainless-steel chairs we just unloaded. “I know you probably didn’t have a choice in helping me since my brother is impossible to say no to, but I’d like to cook you dinner tonight to thank you. I’ll have to use your kitchen if that’s okay.” She isn’t shy at all, and I’m pretty sure the hunger shining from her gorgeous blue eyes means she’s experiencing the same crazy feelings as me. “I haven’t found the box with my kitchen supplies yet.”
It’s a fucking bad idea having the object of my intense desire in my home with a bed only feet away, but there’s no way I can deny Michela anything.
“Why don’t you take a quick shower and I’ll order us some dinner.” After the long day of manual labor, I refuse to let my gorgeous girl spend the evening cooking.
She stands up to her full five-foot-nothing height and glares at me as her adorable New York accent comes out in full force. “You don’t want me to cook for you?”
“I’d love for you to cook for me, but not tonight. You’ve already put in a full day of work,” I insist, watching as the anger evaporates from her gaze. I take this opportunity to make something clear to her. “And another thing, Lorenzo didn’t twist my arm. I wanted to spend the day with you, even if it meant doing manual labor.” Seeing Michela again has driven home just how much I’ve missed her. Only my feelings are no longer pure and platonic.