Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85569 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85569 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
I went silent.
"What's really holding you back? The fear of being rejected? But you're a woman, and you should know how to take the hint. Which means that an outright rejection is not on the cards."
I found myself nodding at her ‘soft rejection theory’ because this made a lot of sense, but for some reason, sounded implausible.
"Why don't you hint at what you want? What's the worst that could happen?"
"I embarrass myself beyond any hope?"
"If you’re too cowardly to take him on, let Kelly have him. She is smart enough to never look a gift horse in the mouth.”
The might of the black jealousy that slammed into my body at the thought of Kelly being with Cole was unbelievable. Until I met Cole, I really thought I was a mild person, and jealousy was not part of my nature, but since meeting Cole, I’ve become the quintessential green-eyed monster.
"Before Kelly goes for Cole she should prepare her grave," I snarled.
Pearl laughed uproariously and I was about to say more when the door behind me opened. I thought it was Dad, but to my surprise it was Cole. My heart jumped into my throat.
“Call you back,” I croaked to Pearl and cut the connection.
Chapter 29
Cole
She tried her best to act as if we were strangers, but up close, I could almost convince myself that if I just reached out, I could kiss her, and she would respond. Her eyes were clear and alluring as she watched me, her lips plump and rosy, and her scent of vanilla and lime intoxicating.
"Is there a problem?" she asked, glancing behind me. "Where’s my dad?"
"He went out to get some wine.”
She nodded. "Oh, do you need help?"
I continued to stare at her. "Toilet paper, Anya went to use the guest restroom, but there’s no toilet paper. She's in there right now."
Her eyes widened. "Oh shoot. Forgot, Sorry. We don’t get many guests."
She darted towards the door behind me and I had no choice but to follow her. I waited in the kitchen while she grabbed a roll out of the pantry and emerged with it in hand.
"Will you take it to her, or do you want me to?" she asked.
"Let's go together," I replied.
She nodded and we walked side by side down the corridor. "Here’s your toilet paper delivery," she said.
"Thank you, Miss Moore," Anya said and quickly shut the door.
Montana started to move away, but it was so private in that hallway that I couldn’t stop myself from catching her hand. She yanked it away violently and while rubbing the area I had touched, faced me.
"Um... is there a problem?" she asked in a cold voice.
For a few seconds, I stared at her. I wanted her so bad it fucking hurt, but perhaps this was neither the time nor the place to be doing this.
"No," I replied and turned away, but her hand closed around my wrist. My eyes fluttered closed. My body remembered her touch. Oh, how my body remembered it. I released a deep breath and then turned to look at her. Instantly, I detected the doubts gathering in her eyes. She was full of questions and doubts. There was only one way to solve this issue.
I slid my hand around the back of her neck, pulled her towards me and kissed that bewitching mouth. I remained alert to the fact that her father was around, but she threw herself completely into the kiss. She ground her mouth against mine. A movement that was ferocious, almost angry. There was not a trace of shyness about the way she responded. It was as though kissing me was all she had been able to think about, and now that she had found this opportunity, she wasn’t going to waste it.
The toilet flushed, and she jerked away abruptly. Her chest was heaving and her eyes were wide as she stared into my eyes. The door opened, and Anya appeared. She didn’t seem surprised to see us both standing there.
"Were you two waiting for me?" she asked innocently.
"Kind of," Montana replied in a shaky voice. "Are you done?"
"Yes, I am."
Montana spared me one last glance before she turned her whole attention on Anya. "Alright, let's go get some brownies and ice cream."
"I snuck a brownie to eat earlier on," Anya confessed.
Montana pretended to gasp.
"I'm sorry." Anya laughed. "But it looked so good."
"Yes, they do. Make sure to tell my dad that as soon as he comes back.”
I stood there, my cock still hard, and watched as they turned and disappeared around the corner.
"Will he teach me how to make them?"
"Ask him when he gets back. Make sure to look extra cute while asking so he agrees."
I could still hear their voices in the distance, but the words were indistinct. I leaned against the wall, deep in thought. This was not supposed to happen. More than at any time in my life, I was supposed to be vigilant and careful, but here I was unable to stop thinking of fucking her. It was not fair to her. I would be intentionally putting Montana in danger without her knowledge.