Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24027 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24027 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
There is more than enough at Callum’s estate to occupy me, from the home theater to the indoor and outdoor pool to the jacuzzi to all the land. But after finishing breakfast and drying myself off, I found that all I wanted to do was spend time with him, the man of the house, the man responsible for blackmailing me and holding my inheritance over my head like something I have to be a good girl for.
I’m not falling for him, am I?
I was only kidding when I called him Daddy, but after he was gone, I realized part of me was actually kind of turned on by it. I mean, after all, my dad is gone now, and Callum gives off insane strong, confident, older-man vibes…
He didn’t seem to mind. He didn’t exactly play back into it, but he didn’t scold me or tell me to stop either. Maybe that was his plan from the beginning? To take over as my daddy now that my real dad is gone?
“Oh my God…” I sigh, falling backward onto the bed. It’s all just too much to think about—falling for the man who’s wielding such power over me with apparently no sense of remorse. And that massage he made me give him…
I haven’t been able to shake that experience from my mind. It comes back to me over and over and over again, and each time it’s as though I’m reliving it, and each time, my body reacts the same way: I get flushed, all hot and bothered, and my heart rate rises like I’m about to go through it for real again.
I glance over at the button beside my bed.
“Just press this if you need anything,” one of his men told me when I was first given this room. I could press that now and say I need to see Callum. I could say it was very important. They would relay the message, but would he come? And even if he did, what then?
What would I even do? What would I say?
Hey, I have been lonely without you all day, where have you been? Right, that would work. He’d probably laugh at me.
No, this whole thing has been under his control from the beginning. If he wants to see me, he’ll do something about it. If he doesn’t, he won’t. Until then, I’m not going to fall at his feet and humiliate myself before the man who is basically forcing me to be here.
With a sigh, I go to the bathroom and put my hair up into a ponytail. Who even knows what Callum is up to this evening? For all I know, he’s got himself a harem of women and he’s spending his time with another one of them tonight. It’s not like we’re boyfriend and girlfriend or something. He doesn’t owe me anything. I wouldn’t even be able to be upset if he was in his bedroom having an orgy with a group of Victoria’s Secret models.
I wash my face, brush my teeth, and go back into the bedroom and into the walk-in closet that’s been filled with more clothes than I even know what to do with. I slide out of my pants and stare at the long hanging rack of sweatpants. As I’m trying to decide which pair to wear, I hear a sound. I turn around and almost jump out of my skin when I see Callum stepping up behind me.
“Oh my God!” I yelp, placing a hand over my heart. “You don’t knock?”
“In my own house?” He smiles.
“You almost gave me a heart attack,” I say, swallowing hard. “I was just trying to decide on which sweatpants to put on.”
“Oh, you don’t have to put any on.” He shakes his head. “You look just fine in what you’re wearing.”
All I have on currently is my thong and a T-shirt, and as he drags his eyes slowly up my body, I’m suddenly very self-conscious of the fact that my hair is up and I have absolutely no makeup on.
“I…I didn’t think I’d be seeing you again tonight…”
“Just had some business I needed to attend to,” he replies. “But now that that’s done, I wanted to see you.”
“You…wanted to see me?” I ask.
Callum takes a few steps closer to me. He’s wearing a pair of loafers with gray sweatpants and a white tank top. The sweats do nothing to disguise his massive bulge, which pulls at my gaze, and it takes everything I have in me not to look.
“That’s right,” he says with a soft, seductive smile. “You didn’t think that little happy ending after the massage would be enough for me, did you?”
“I…” My mind is a whirlwind. The harder I try to grab on to a word, the harder they seem to elude me. “I don’t…I don’t know. I thought you’d have more than enough women to…to keep you busy or satisfied or…whatever.”