Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
I couldn’t help but think about my own father. The beatings I got when I failed a reading and writing test. He’d been so angry that he had a stupid son. I hadn’t thought of this shit in so long. In fact, I never thought of it. It meant nothing to me. I don’t even know why I told Charlotte. She didn’t need to know about my past.
Charlotte started to play, and at first, my heart wasn’t in it. I wanted a drink, but I stayed focused, and slowly, with her laughter and time, I was able to draw myself back. I didn’t know when it happened, but I started to have fun. Charlotte scored twice in my zone, but she was no match for me. She wasn’t a sore loser. Each time I got the puck into her goal, she’d laugh. Whenever I pushed it in her direction, she would let out a scream and try to fight it off, and sometimes her mistakes meant my puck got into her goal.
She was a breath of fresh air. I didn’t even know I needed this.
After I’d scored for the twentieth time, she stood, massaging her elbow.
“Time for us to move on, what would you like to play?”
“How about pool? Can I just practice shooting the balls in? No game, just attempting to aim. Could you show me?” she asked.
“Just to shoot?”
“Just to shoot,” she said. The smile on her face, damn, fuck, I couldn’t look away, and I certainly couldn’t bring myself to turn her down. I didn’t know what the fuck was going on with me.
“Sure.”
I had a city to protect. There were at least two enemies attempting to take over my territory. I had another brigadier in my city, in my spot, just so I could enjoy my honeymoon. There was a lot of other shit I had to do, and yet, I didn’t want to be anywhere but here, with Charlotte.
She clapped her hands and rushed to grab a couple of pool sticks. I wanted inside her again. The feeling was overwhelming. I’d gone months without feeling the touch of a woman, and now, one taste of Charlotte, and I wanted her again. There was no way I was going to fuck her just yet, though. She needed to recover. I didn’t want to hurt her and I’m not a small guy.
She stepped right in front of me, handing me a pool stick, which I took, but then I banded my arm around her. She gasped but tilted her head back. She didn’t try to fight me, and I love that. Just staring into her eyes, I know I want to fuck her, to take her, to make her mine completely.
Even as darkness swirled in her gaze as she stared right back at me, I didn’t give a fuck. I craved this woman. This made her a danger. She was turning into my weakness. I’d have to make sure she was taken care of. When we got back to the city, she was going to need more protection, more men, and I’d need to make Hubert aware of his responsibility toward her.
What the fuck am I even thinking? I didn’t want a wife.
“Are you okay?” Charlotte asked.
I forced a smile to my lips, took the pool stick from her, and walked to the pool table. The balls were all in position. I lined the white ball in place, took aim and shot, dispersing the balls throughout the table. I wasn’t going to answer her. I didn’t know if I was fine or not. I’d not wanted this marriage. Charlotte was the last woman on earth I wanted to be married to and yet, here I was, with her.
“Let me see how you play.”
She nibbled her lips and I stared at the curve of her body—the way her ass looked as she leaned forward, the fullness of her tits. I tried to avoid staring at her, but now there was no reason for me to look away.
Slavik, Andrei, and now me. I can’t help but wonder what the fuck Ivan was doing.
She leaned over the table and held the pool stick awkwardly. She squinted at the ball and then took aim, which was way off as the ball went past all others, and just hit the other end.
“You’re too focused on hitting the one ball. You’re hitting that ball regardless, what you need to do is focus on where you’re aiming.”
“You don’t think I was doing that? I wasn’t even looking at the white ball, I was looking at that one.” She pointed her finger to one green ball that had been only a few inches in front.
“Oh.”
“Yeah, oh.” She blew out a breath. “What’s the point?” She dropped her hand to her waist.
Putting my pool stick aside, I chuckle. “Everything requires practice and I can show you.”