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)
Leaning down, I pressed a kiss to her nose, and as she looked up at me, I was sure she told me her name.
“Rose,” she said.
“There are puppies,” Ive said.
“I don’t want puppies. I want this girl, right here.”
The kind lady looked so happy as she gave me Rose’s lead, as well as some toys. Ive promised he’d handle all the necessary equipment I’d need to take care of her. She didn’t have a problem leaving the shelter, and we got her into the car and settled in the seat between us.
“She’s already going to be a cock block,” Ive said.
This made me laugh.
“You know, if you show her a little love, she will love you and be loyal to you as well.” I loved dogs so much. They were precious.
We arrived back at the penthouse apartment block, and Hubert very kindly reminded us that we were going to need to walk her.
Ive groaned, but I had started to realize it was a little fake. I noticed him stroke her head in the car. Even if he wasn’t entirely sure if he wanted a dog, I had a feeling he was going to love her regardless.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Ive
I didn’t expect to love the dog. Charlotte always corrected me whenever I referred to the dog as a dog or a bitch. Her name was Rose, and Rose, well, she was a hard dog to fucking hate.
Yes, she ruined my plans for Valentine’s Day, which had been to take my wife to a lovely restaurant, where they didn’t try to poison her. After which I wanted to bring her home and make love to her all night long, and into the next day. I’d hoped to wear her out with the pleasure of my cock.
Instead, we had a dog that struggled for the first couple of nights to settle in. Rose, at first, was a bit restless, which meant sex was off the menu. I expected Charlotte to get angry, but if anything, she loved having Rose.
After the first week, Rose got into a routine, which we then broke in a way as we took her home.
Our staff loved her. She could come and go as she pleased and even though it was fucking freezing, Charlotte was insistent on taking her out for walks, playing with a frisbee in the back yard. Once again, Rose got into a brand-new routine, and she thrived.
Rose and Charlotte were inseparable. I eventually got to make love to my wife again, and sometimes Rose would be in the room, but she only ever waited until we were close to sleep to climb on the bed and curl up at our feet.
I didn’t expect to become used to or attached to the dog. However, I found myself getting up early in the morning, like always, and where I’d get off to work before even enjoying a coffee, I stopped doing that. No, instead, I took Rose out. Yeah, that was the sucker I’d become.
At the penthouse suite, I’d take her to the local park for a walk, and yes, I even got the pleasure of picking up dog shit. I hated Ivan every morning I did this. Back at my place, I made others collect her shit. I had to wonder if there was a way to toilet-train her, but the truth was, I came to love our morning walks.
At night, when Charlotte went to have a shower, and I was either in the sitting room or my office, Rose would come in. If I sat on the couch, she’d come up and put her head on my lap. I loved this freaking dog. Yep, I loved this dog, just as I loved the woman that had become my wife. I never said the words, and I wasn’t going to either. Love made men weak, and that’s the last thing I was. Charlotte didn’t need to hear me say it.
I had a lot of shit going on at work. Stuart had been sent back to the cartel, and within two days, his body had been found with his cock severed and shoved in his mouth. His tongue had been removed and shoved up his ass, and his eyes removed as well. According to the postmortem, that had all been done to him while he was still alive.
The cartel was pissed, but if what he said was true, I had a feeling they were licking their wounds right now. Hank and Benjamin were gone, and for all intents and purposes, the Irish had retreated. There was no sign of them. Their bases were all empty. I wanted to pursue them, but Ivan had told me to carry on with my work as usual.
My work, as usual, was taking care of this territory, of building up the empire for Ivan. I still didn’t like the threats either side posed. I also had to have meetings with Rage as well. The Irish and cartel hadn’t approached him. He’d tried to reach out to them, but all contact had been severed. To everyone else, it looked like they had gone back to their little hiding spots, but I knew differently.