Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 72122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
“Okay,” he said, handing me back my phone. “I’ll go get a shower. Is there anything else you need?”
I bit my lip to keep from calling him crazy, and instead settled on shaking my head.
I even managed to keep my temper under control…all the way up until he insulted one of my favorite songs by Macklemore.
“This is the stupidest song I’ve ever heard,” he grumbled.
“Then close your ears,” I snapped.
He sighed, long and loud.
“I’m only doing this for your own good,” he said to me.
“Why are we in my car, anyway?” I snapped, glaring out the window.
I knew why.
If I was insistent on going to work, he was going to be sure that I was virtually stuck there unless I called someone to come get me. And he knew I wouldn’t bother him while I was at work, and he also knew that I wouldn’t be leaving because I’d already been out the week prior.
So, by taking my car, he would then take it to work after dropping me off at the pub.
Effectively stranding me there until he was ready to come back and get me.
“Remember what I said about the cameras. There is one in every room, even the bathroom,” he started to repeat for the fourth time that morning. “If you go in there, make sure you text me or the number I gave you so they can switch it off.”
“I’m not texting you,” I started to say, but he interrupted me before I could finish. “And I’ll be sure to tell the prospects to pay attention. If they see you go in there, they’ll know to turn it off before they see anything I don’t want them to see.”
I harrumphed.
“This is ridiculous,” I muttered.
And it was.
But the kiss he gave me as he dropped me off in the dining room of the pub was enough to leave me weak and breathless. At least until he called halfway through the day and told me he wouldn’t be back until well after closing time because something ‘had come up.’
Which left me there for six hours longer than I wanted to be.
By the time he arrived an hour after closing, a long thirteen hours later, I was tired, hungry, and not in the mood to go to a club party.
Did he ask me what I wanted, though?
Hell no. He just took me straight to the clubhouse, which was so far off any main roads that I knew I would never find my way out if I happened to wrangle the keys from my man, and pulled into the longest fucking driveway in the history of mankind.
Then he wedged my car into a parking spot so small that I knew I’d have to exit out his side of the vehicle or I might hit the bike he’d parked next to, and he knew it.
Chicken shit.
I stayed there, waiting for him to get out, and finally sighed and gave him my attention.
“Thank you,” he said.
“For what?” I snarled.
“For finally looking at me.”
I rolled my eyes. “What did you want, your highness?”
His mouth twitched, and then his arm was around my waist and he hauled me roughly across the console before slamming his mouth down onto mine.
I gasped, unable to help the reaction my body had to his, and threaded my fingers around his neck.
He pulled back, and then opened his stupid mouth.
“Should’ve kissed you half an hour ago, and might’ve gotten you into a better mood.”
I smacked him on the forehead, causing him to laugh.
He got out, and pulled me with him, and waved at another bike that pulled up behind my car.
“What’s wrong with her?”
Aaron.
I turned to him and wrinkled my nose.
“I’m hungry, and tired, and my husband is an asshole,” I turned back to my man. “You could’ve at least warned me that this was what we were doing.”
“I would’ve, but you refused to answer my calls.”
“I refused to answer your calls,” I poked him in the chest. “Because you wouldn’t stop calling to check on me in between every single break you took, which, might I add, was a whole lot more than normal.”
He shrugged.
“I don’t like you being there by yourself…especially not after…my grandfather.”
I narrowed my eyes.
“Don’t try to play the pity card with me,” I poked him again. “Shithead.”
He laughed then, making me want to smack him.
“Your hair is sticking up,” he continued to dig his grave deeper.
I gave up and turned on my heel, walking straight to the back porch where I could see the now retreating back of Aaron.
I could hear Truth’s footsteps behind me, and I hurried faster, but he easily kept pace with my shorter stride.
I could feel him at my back as we climbed the steps to the porch, which was suspended about twenty feet or so off the ground and were attached to the back of the large house.