Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
“How do you feel about that?”
“I’m not quite sure yet. I guess I’m just going with it.”
I paused. “He loves you, Bella, you know that, right?” I asked, knowing she needed to hear it.
“I do. And I love him, too.”
I smiled. “I can’t wait to see you. I’m going to squeeze you and never let you go.”
She laughed. “Okay. I’ll call you when we’re settled.”
“Sounds good. I can’t wait.” I hung up.
One week later, I would meet the man who would change my life forever…
<>D<>
The last exchange Sebastian and I had, when I went to go visit Ysabelle in Turks and Caicos, was anything less than pleasant. But I wouldn’t let that interfere with my relationship with Ysabelle.
I had seen her a few times over the last week; she invited me out to dinner and drinks. She said she wanted to do a night out on South Beach and that her friend Brooke would be meeting us.
I had never met any of her friends, but I had heard Brooke’s name before. It had been six months since I filed for divorce, and three months since it was finalized. I hadn’t been with anyone since Christine. It’s not because I hadn’t had the chance to, women threw themselves at me constantly. I just didn’t want to. I spent most of my time working or with my family. We shared custody of Ethan. We were settling into a comfortable routine, of just the two of us. I really was lucky; he was a great kid. The terrible twos weren’t turning out to be that terrible.
I got to the restaurant fairly early and followed the hostess to our table. We were sitting in the back corner, overlooking the water. It appeared as if the section was closed off for us. Ysabelle said that Brooke had made the reservations and had taken care of everything.
I ordered a whiskey neat and watched as the waves were rolling in onto the sand.
“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” I heard a feminine and sultry voice say from behind me. I raised my eyebrows and turned to see this blonde bombshell, almost take my breath away. She was wearing a tight red dress that left very little to the imagination. Her hair was pulled to the side, with subtle pieces framing her petite, yet perfectly proportioned face.
I tried not to stare, but I think my mouth may have been slightly parted. My cock was the first to jump onboard. I cleared my throat and sat up straighter; she was not what I was expecting, in the least.
She grinned as if knowing exactly what I was thinking. She raised an eyebrow, which only made her look more alluring.
Jesus Christ…
“It’s rude to stare, Devon; didn’t your mother teach you any manners?” she stated, in a teasing yet flirty tone.
I smiled. I couldn’t help it. “I’m sorry, but it appears as if you already know who I am.”
She cocked her head to the side. “And you know who I am, so who’s playing coy?”
I nodded and nudged my head toward her seat.
“Aren’t you going to pull out my chair?”
I laughed. “Again, I apologize, let me.” I stood up and pulled her chair out.
She leaned forward a little too close to my face and I instantly smelled her coconut scent. She placed her delicate hand on my shoulder and sat down; making sure to spread her legs just enough for me to see she wasn’t wearing any panties. She caught me gazing, because she immediately crossed her legs and scooted in her chair.
“Thank you, I knew there was a gentleman in there somewhere.”
“I grew up with three sisters and a mother, I know all about being a gentleman, Bambi.” I don’t know what possessed me to call her that, it just sort of came out. She had these big blue eyes that held so much expression and emotion behind them; it reminded me of Bambi. I had watched it with my nieces and Ethan a few weeks ago.
“Bambi? Now I’ve been called a lot of things before, but never Bambi… I like it.”
I nodded, smiling.
The server arrived with my drink and a bottle of wine. I noticed the label immediately; I had it at my bar. It was a $10,000 bottle. I always wondered about the types of people that would spend a small fortune on frugal items. It only made me more curious about her. He poured her a glass and she excused him while we waited for the rest of our party.
“They know me by name here. I actually come often. Hence, the complementary wine.”
“I see,” I replied, taking a sip of my drink.
“So… Devon, I’m not big on pet names. In my opinion, when a person gives you a nickname, it’s because they don’t actually remember your real name. They would rather call you something simple, like baby or sweetie. You see it’s not really a term of endearment, it’s so they don’t scream out another woman’s name while you’re riding them.”