Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 64979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
I swallowed hard, unable to move or say anything. Not when the expression on his face made me feel like I was the only girl in the world. Having Tristian’s attention was as addicting as having his affection. They both went hand in hand for me. And like a feign already hooked, I wanted more.
As if reading my mind for what felt like the hundredth time, he stared deep into my eyes and groaned, “You have no idea what you do to me…”
I sassed, “You have a crappy way of showing it.”
“Don’t worry, kitten. I know you don’t hate me. You just think that you have to.”
Was he right?
“Is that why you bully me? So I’ll hate you?”
“Is this what you call bullying, Belle?”
“No. Not this.”
“What’s this then?”
“I’m not sure.”
He smiled against my mouth. “This was your first kiss, wasn’t it?”
“No.”
“No?”
“What if it was?”
“I want to hear you say the words.”
“I’m not going to give you the satisfaction.”
“Says the girl who’s still sitting on my lap. You want me to kiss you again, kitten?”
I licked my lips, still feeling him there, and nodded.
In true asshole, Tristian Hawkins form, he declared war, “The next time I kiss you, you’re going to beg me for it.”
The sad thing was, I had no defenses against him.
He made sure of it.
Chapter 11
—Tristian—
Now
I rolled over to embrace my wife, finding her side of the bed cold and empty. Sitting up, I glanced around the room. Not finding her anywhere in sight.
“Kitten?” I shouted to no avail.
Grabbing my cell phone off the nightstand, I looked at the time. Seven in the morning.
I texted her.
Where are you?
While I waited for her reply, I rubbed my face to wipe away the sleep from my eyes.
My phone dinged.
None of your business.
“So fucking stubborn,” I muttered to myself.
This was not how I envisioned our first morning as newlyweds. Throwing my phone on the bed, I jumped in the shower and got ready for the day. After I was dressed in my suit, I called down to valet to bring me my car.
Thirty minutes later, I was walking into her office.
“Kitten, what the fu—”
She lifted her finger in the air, signaling she was on the phone. “Yes, Mr. Saxon. Everything is on schedule for—”
In five long strides, I yanked the phone out of her hands. “Daniel, we just got married yesterday, and we leave for our honeymoon tomorrow morning. If you need to know logistics, call Mark in engineering.” With that, I hung up.
She snapped, “How dare you undermine me like that?”
“If you give him an inch, he’ll take a mile.”
“That’s my job!”
“No, it’s Mark’s job. The only job you have for the next two weeks is riding my cock.”
“Ugh! We had sex all last night.”
“And you’re ovulating for the next six.”
She loudly gasped. “How the hell do you know that?”
“I looked at the calendar on your phone. You made it nice and easy for me. You track everything.”
“Why on earth would you snoop at my personal—”
“I need to get you pregnant, and I don’t go into anything unprepared.”
“Oh. My. God. Just when I think you can’t get any worse, you go and prove me wrong. I can’t believe you. That’s private information.”
“We’re married now, Mrs. Hawkins. Get used to it. What are you doing here anyway?”
“What does it look like, asshole? I’m working.”
“Bullshit. Try again. With the truth this time.”
“Ugh! Fine! When I need to clear my head, this is what I do.”
“How’s that working out for you?”
“Just peachy before you bulldozed your way in here and started barking orders like I’m your dog.”
“What are you clearing your head from?”
“You!”
“Me?”
“Yes, you! This is a lot for me to take all at once, okay? In less than twenty-four hours we’ve gotten married, and you’ve spent more time inside of me than we have spent talking. You’re on some crusade to knock me up. Do you have any idea how much come came out of me in the shower this morning, Tristian?”
“We’re trying to make a baby. The more of my come inside of you, the better.”
“Is this recent research or…”
“Was I trying to fuck a baby inside someone before you?”
“Again with the crass.”
“I fuck, kitten. There’s no other way to say it.”
“You know what?” She looked down at her desk. “I don’t want to know.”
Grabbing her chin, I made her look up at me.
“I don’t half-ass anything in my life. From the moment you agreed to our grandfathers’ terms, I started researching the best way to get you pregnant with my baby. You and only you, kitten.”
“You’re so romantic,” she mocked in a sarcastic tone.
“I had no intention of getting married or starting a family before you.”
She narrowed her eyes at me. “You were just going to stay single forever?”
“I kept my bed warm at night, and that was good enough for me.”