Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Exhaustion gradually settled into her bones, and she could hardly keep her eyes open. She didn't even know how they made it to the bedroom, and a sigh escaped her as Rowland laid her on his bed.
She felt him lift her hair to one side, and something cold and heavy slowly rested against her throat.
Her eyes fluttered open, and Emmy groggily looked down. She thought she was dreaming at first. Or at least she did until her fingers came into contact with the unmistakable feel of something solid and real.\.
A diamond choker, Emmy thought dazedly.
"From now on, I want to see you wearing this in our bed...and nothing else."
What?
Dark eyes glinted down at her. "You don't want to?"
"It's too..."
"Kinky?"
She nodded vehemently.
"But you'll do it anyway," Rowland said silkily, "because your husband asked you to."
Oh.
"Won't you?"
"Yes." She meant it, too. She was going to do what he asked even when the mere thought of wearing nothing but a diamond choker to bed was enough to make her squirm. She was going to do it but not because he was her husband or her boss.
She would do it because it was only now that she realized...
I'm in love with my husband.
Chapter Fifteen
"LET'S RIDE, WIFE."
It had only been a month since their billionaire boss had brought home his secret wife, but the entire household staff already knew what those words meant. But since they were also well aware of who was paying their wages, everyone in the dining room pretended to be blind, deaf, and completely clueless as the young Mrs. Asherfield turned red and sputtered over her coffee.
Today will be different, Emmy vowed to herself as she changed into her riding gear after breakfast. I'm going to give him a piece of my mind this time, I swear!
It was so mortifyingly clear everyone knew what she and Rowland were up to whenever they went for a ride, and Emmy could hardly meet anyone's gaze as she joined him outdoors. But as soon as she hoisted herself up on Radiance's back, Rowland turned to her with a smile that Emmy knew by now he only reserved for her, and her intentions crumbled into dust.
What was I so mad about again?
She honestly couldn't remember, so Emmy happily enjoyed her time with her husband instead. Horses were all she cared about in the past, but marriage had changed everything, and her world no longer revolved around her equine babies alone. Morning rides with Rowland had become her favorite part of the day, with Emmy secretly looking forward to having Rowland's undivided attention all to herself. He was just the perfect husband—-
"Race you to the hills, Mrs. Asherfield."
Except for this side of his that so loved to cheat!
Emmy could only sputter and choke in laughter since her husband had already nudged his stallion Shadow to a gallop before throwing the challenge.
Seriously?
An exasperated smile tugged at her lips even as Emmy grabbed Radiance's reins to spur her into a run.
There was that one night when Rowland had kept her company while she was watching a Korean TV drama, and he had seen her appalled reaction when one of the characters had cheated her way into winning a particular challenge.
Since then, Rowland took every opportunity he could to win against her with the most devious of means, and all because it amused him to see her vexed.
Rowland and Shadow both looked very arrogant by the time Emmy and her three-year-old filly reached the top, and her husband even made a show of glancing at his watch. "You certainly took your time, sweetheart."
Grrr!
She socked him on the shoulder when he reached to help her off, but it was like hitting something made of solid hard rock.
"You cheated," Emmy accused him as her husband pulled her into his arms.
"And you look hot when you're mad."
"Rowland!"
"Emmy," he mocked back, and as much as she wanted to hold on to her self-righteous indignation, it was just impossible.
This man would be the death of her, Emmy thought helplessly, but at the same time, she also could no longer recall what life was like without her husband.
Rowland was the only man who made her feel beautiful even when she smelled of horse manure, and he also insisted on spoiling her lavishly despite her protests. Just thinking about the price tag of all the jewelries he had given her made Emmy hyperventilate, but telling him this had only backfired on her, since Rowland had then promised to give her even more.
This husband of hers was such a contradiction, with how gentle and patient he was when answering her questions about his ranch. But as soon as they were inside their bedroom, he would turn immediately turn into her tormentor, and pleasure as his weapon of choice. There were times he would tease and taunt until he had Emmy begging for his cock, but there were also times when he was so ruthlessly insatiable that Emmy would begging for a reprieve.