Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 95107 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95107 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
“Oh.” He blinks. Then glances at Allie. “That thing’s ginormous. It’ll break your finger.”
Allie swivels her gaze back to me, beaming brightly. “You know me too well.”
I wake up the next morning with Allie curled up beside me in our bed. One slender arm flung over my bare chest, her fingers curled over my hip. When I peer down, I’m nearly blinded by the diamond on her finger. I swear, the second she saw that rock when I pulled it out last night, she got so turned on, she had me naked in a heartbeat, my dick stuffed in her mouth.
Now, I softly skim my fingertips along the curve of her naked back and smile up at the ceiling. We’re engaged, baby. Other men might be freaking out a little, but I’m pumped. This blinding ring on Allie’s finger is like a billboard announcing to everyone we know and everyone we’re gonna know, that this woman is mine. She owns my heart.
The nightstand vibrates. I’m not ready to check my phone yet, because I anticipate a barrage of texts and missed calls. It was too late to make calls when we got home from Jersey last night, but we did text Allie’s dad and my entire family to share the news. Then we ignored five FaceTime attempts from my sister and mother, and screwed each other’s brains out instead. Right before we fell asleep, we got a text from Joe Hayes. A simple thumbs-up. I love that man.
But as my phone vibrates again, I realize it’s not a normal phone call. It’s doing that buzzing tone it does when the concierge is calling.
I quickly reach for it. “Hello?” I say drowsily.
“Sorry to disturb you, Mr. Di Laurentis, but there’s a courier down here with a delivery for Ms. Hayes. Can I send her up?”
Since our building security is tighter than Fort Knox, I know it’s not some bullshit request, so I say, “Yes, no problem. Thank you.”
I hang up and attempt to disentangle myself from Allie’s possessive grip. She doesn’t budge. “Baby doll, you need to move your arm,” I tell her, sliding my hand down to lightly pinch her hip.
She murmurs something unintelligible.
“Gotta answer the door. We have a delivery.”
Sleepily, Allie rolls over, flashing me her bare ass. Ugh. It takes all my willpower not to rub my suddenly hardening cock over that sweet crease. Stifling a groan, I force myself out of bed and swipe my boxers off the floor. I shove them up my hips then make my way to the front door, scratching my chest and yawning.
“Delivery for Allie Hayes?” a short girl with pink hair and a nose ring says when I open the door.
“That’s my fiancée.” Yup, never gonna get sick of hearing that. “Does it need a signature?”
“Nope. It’s all yours.”
The next thing I know, she’s shoving a medium-sized box in my hands and heading back to the elevators. I study the label, raising a brow when I discover the sender is Grace Ivers. Clearly Logan wasted no time spilling the big engagement news to his girlfriend.
“Who’s it from?” Allie’s sitting up when I enter the bedroom, her hair rumpled. She rubs the sleep from her eyes.
“Grace and Logan,” I tell her.
“That was fast.”
“Right?”
I set the box on the mattress, peel off a corner of packing tape, then rip the entire strip.
“I can’t wait to show this off at the wrap party tonight,” Allie gushes, admiring her ring as I open the box.
I find a folded piece of paper lying beneath the cardboard flaps. The message inside is short and to the point.
Congratulations on the engagement! The three of us are so happy for you!
“The three of them?” Allie’s reading the note over my shoulder, her eager hands now reaching into the box.
A sick feeling creeps up my throat. I have a horrible suspicion I know exactly what—
“No!” she moans when the porcelain doll emerges from the box. “Oh my God, Dean, he’s on our bed! We have to burn the sheets now!”
I glower at Alexander’s red cheeks and vacant eyes. “Motherfucker,” I growl. “You realize Logan would’ve had to ask Grace to overnight this? This is literal betrayal.”
“Next-level betrayal.”
We both stare at the doll, neither of us wanting to pick him up and move him. I know I’m the one who opened this grotesque Pandora’s Box when I bought Alexander for Jamie, but how many times do I have to apologize? Why do these sociopaths keep sending him back?
I grit my teeth. “I can’t fucking believe Logan would do this to us. And after we complimented his dick?”
My fiancée sighs. “We?”
“Oh, like you weren’t impressed too,” is my accusatory reply.
“Fine, I was,” Allie relents. She offers a shrug. “Mrs. Logan is a lucky woman.”
I nod in agreement. “A very lucky—” I stop abruptly. “Wait. What?”