Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 93(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 62(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 93(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 62(@300wpm)
Rose stands at the small stove with her back to me. “I told you waitressing wasn’t an easy job.” She continues stirring the pot. “But you insisted on trying it.” My best friend glances over her shoulder and smiles. “Stubborn to the end.”
“It wasn’t the job.” After sitting at the breakfast bar, I reach for an apple. “I had a difficult customer.” Boy is that an understatement.
“Tell me about your difficult customer.” Rose continues stirring.
“I poured an entire pitcher of ice water in Damien De Angelis’ lap today.” I blurt out and watch my friend’s eyes widen almost comically. “I overheard him telling Giant that marrying me is a fate worse than death,” I rush to add. “And I snapped.”
After the arrangement with King Lorenzo was worked out, I begged Rose to help me investigate my soon-to-be fiancé’s current life. I’d never been to Texas and wanted to experience the small town that stole him from Belldonnia. We rented an apartment in Silver Spoon Falls under false names and moved here. Temporarily. Everyone thinks we’re on vacation in Hawaii. Oops.
When we arrived in Silver Spoon Falls, Rose and I started investigating Damien’s MC brothers and friends, trying to get some idea of what his life is like now. The town’s active grapevine is a wealth of information, and we had the entire scoop on the Silver Spoon MC within a few hours.
Rose’s eyes narrow. “That big jerk said what?” Her screech echoes around the small galley-style kitchen. “Right to your face? How dare he.”
“Well, not really right to my face.” I sigh. “He has no idea it’s me.”
“Woah, woah, woah.” Rose waves her hand around. “Hold up right there. What do you mean he has no idea it’s you? Damien didn’t recognize you?”
I shake my head. “You know it’s been a long time since I last saw him.” I shrug, realizing the prince probably doesn’t remember the one and only time we met in person. “Obviously, he didn’t bother looking me up after his brother arranged our wedding. I guess he wasn’t as curious about me as I was about him.” That only stings a little.
Another understatement. I’ve been following his life forever. My heart was crushed when Damien moved to Texas for college and never came back. He left Belldonnia in the rearview mirror and headed to greener pastures, leaving my soul weeping.
The prince was gorgeous at twenty-five, but now he’s out-of-this-world hot. The instant I ran into the grown-up, mature thirty-three-year-old version of Damien, I realized my schoolgirl crush had turned into the real thing. Too bad, he made it clear that my feelings are totally one-sided. Brutally clear.
How will I wipe his masculine, square jaw and honey-brown eyes from my thoughts? I need to find a way to purge the jerk from my heart.
“Maybe you misunderstood him.” Rose wraps her arm around my shoulders and squeezes.
“I’m not sure how you misunderstand, ‘I’m fucked and not in a pleasurable way.’” I mimic his slight accent.
“I bet he was shocked when King Lorenzo ordered him to get married,” Rose insists. “He was probably just expressing his frustration at the situation.”
“I bet,” I grumble. “And his displeasure at getting stuck with me.”
Rose spends the rest of the night trying to soothe my ruffled feathers, but there’s no fixing this mess. At least I don’t have to go back to the café and face the consequences of my impulsive actions. Now, I only hope we can escape before I have to face Damien again.
CHAPTER
THREE
DAMIEN
I spend the entire night dreaming about my girl. Her abundant curves and adorable face are burned into my memory, and I know my heart will never be the same again. It beats for the stunning little peach.
Way the fuck too early the next morning, I drag my ass down to my kitchen, hoping I left coffee pods here before I left six months ago. After my much-needed caffeine infusion, I plan to wake up Giant and get to work looking for my soulmate.
My cock has been hard since she dumped the icy water in my lap, and I’m starting to wonder if the perpetual erection is dangerous.
After finding a box of coffee pods, I plug in the coffee maker and pray I don’t die from some hideous food poisoning since I’m sure these are well out of date. What can I say? I’m fucking desperate. While my coffee brews, I head up to my bathroom to shower. I turn it to colder than a witch’s tit and hop in, hoping it helps my hard on from hell.
When the icy water doesn’t make a dent in my erection, I take matters into my own hands. Literally. Visions of her luscious pale thighs wearing my red palm print run through my mind as I relieve some of the pressure below. I drop my head back against the cool tiles and groan as my cum mixes with the cold water and runs down the drain.