Total pages in book: 175
Estimated words: 164346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 822(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 822(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
I swallow nervously. “No …”
“I think you want to run, Blake.” His eyes search my face, the corner of his lips turning up. “Just for me to catch you.”
My heart hammers in my chest, and my thighs tighten. Why does that sound like fun? Why does it turn me on to think of him searching for me? Knowing that once he finds me, he’s going to punish me?
“Is that what you want, Blake? Want me to chase you?”
“Yes.” I say the word before I can even think about it.
His eyes drop to my chest as his knuckles run over my breasts and my hard nipples. “We can play that game. Just know”—his eyes meet mine again—“that once I catch you, I will do whatever I want to you.” My stomach flip flops with excitement at his threat. “And after I drag you back here …” Lifting my hands, he intertwines our fingers and pushes them above my head, pinning them to the wall. “You will be my wife.”
I lick my parted lips and take in a deep breath, trying to calm my breathing. “You’ll have to find me first.”
Leaning in, he kisses my cheek. “I like my odds.” Then he lets go and pulls away from me. My arms drop to my sides like ten-pound weights. “I’ll see you soon.” With one last look at my naked body, he exits the bathroom.
I raise my hands and run them down my face letting out a breath. The ring catches my attention. I stare down at the large square diamond that’s surrounded by more diamonds. It’s a little gaudy for my taste but so gorgeous. I run my fingertip over it.
What happened to his future wife? Why all of a sudden does he want me?
My parents will never willingly let me be with anyone other than Matt. Well, my father might. My mother is the one obsessed with him.
But if I give myself to Ryat before I have to marry Matt? That would be my way out. My mother hates the idea of a divorce as much as she hates the idea of Ryat and me together. So, if I choose to marry Ryat first, then she’d have no choice but to accept him. She’d hate for her daughter to be divorced in a matter of weeks of getting married. That would just make her look bad.
Smiling, I make my way over to the counter and look at myself in the mirror. I’ll run from Ryat for now, but when he catches me, I’ll marry him. Just like he said. If for no other reason than to piss off my mother!
Walking into my bedroom, I start yanking on the sheets looking for my cell. I find it on the floor. Calling my dad, I sit on the side of the bed, waiting for him to answer.
“Hello, honey.”
“Hey, Dad,” I say, smiling. “How are things going there?”
“Good. How about you?” he asks slowly. I haven’t spoken to him much since classes started this year. But it’s not unusual to go weeks without talking to him. He’s always been a busy man.
“Same,” I say, holding it with my shoulder and ear to the side of my head. “I need a favor.”
He’s silent for a long second. “Okay. What is it?”
“I need the jet,” I answer, biting on my bottom lip. This wouldn’t be the first time I’ve used it.
“Uh … where are you going?” he asks, sounding concerned. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah. Yeah. Sarah and I are just getting away. You know, to have a girls’ trip.” I lie easily.
“What about classes?” he asks.
Fuck! “It’s just a couple of days. We’ve already arranged it with our professors.”
“Okay.” He clears his throat. “Are you sure everything is all right?”
“Yep,” I reply.
“I can have it to you by tomorrow night.”
That won’t work. “Can it be tonight?” He stays silent. “It’s just that we’re already packed, and I’d like to be on the beach first thing in the morning …”
“Sure, honey. I’ll have it fueled and sent your way.”
I drop my shoulders and let out a breath. “Thanks, Dad.” I hang up and don’t even bother looking for the cameras. Instead, I ignore Ryat completely. I know he’s watching me, but he can’t hear me. He doesn’t have audio that I know of. And even if he did, that doesn’t tell him where I’m going.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
RYAT
I SIT IN my car, watching her through the windshield. It’s like old times again. Back when I followed her around for those two weeks. Before I wanted her to know she was going to be mine.
She gets out of the car, wearing a white halter top sundress with dark purple heels and a black umbrella to shield her from the steady rain while the man grabs her three bags out of the trunk.
Interesting.
Blakely thinks I won’t find her. I could have saved her the time and trouble packing those because she won’t be wearing a goddamn thing while we’re away. Well, other than handcuffs and maybe a blindfold.