Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 50561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
I rested back in my chair and laid my head against the headrest. The last week had been one for the books and it wasn’t over yet. My life had changed in ways that I had never imagined, but I couldn’t regret the change. I went over the preparations of what laid ahead one more time, going over every detail so as not to miss anything.
I wasn’t worried for myself as much as I was the young girl who’d entrusted her care to me. There was no question that I wanted her to be my wife-that I planned on spending the rest of my life with her-but I wanted things to go as smoothly as possible and I knew that was little more than a pipe dream.
It couldn’t be helped though and the alternative wasn’t an option. I will not give her up, not for anything in the world. My very soul cried out at the thought. In the last few days, I’ve questioned and wondered at my luck and the unconventional timing of it all. I’d been set on one course, not really giving much thought to this part of my life, and then she came into it, and it suddenly seemed like I’d been waiting for her forever.
Chapter 3
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Ashley; my little Ashley. Just thinking about her makes my dick hard and my pulse race, something that hadn’t happened to me since my college days or maybe before that. In the last ten years or so, I’d put everything I had into my business and seeing it grow the way I’d always dreamed. In that time, while my bottom line was growing by leaps and bounds, I let my personal life slip through the cracks. There was always going to be time for that at some distant point in the future.
I had the occasional fuck when the need was great, but other than that there was no real commitment on my part. Then I met Jen. Long story short, she was one of those career types who had put her life on hold same as I, until she was where she wanted to be financially. She was two years younger than I, and seemed to have everything a man in my position could hope for.
I’d been at a conference in town, at the time we met. There was something about her no nonsense business acumen that appealed to me. Like seeing the female version of myself in action. I won’t lie and say it was love at first sight, in fact that happy emotion never reared its head, but it was more than anything I’d ever felt before. I guess I looked at it the way I’d been looking at everything else since leaving college, like a business acquisition.
We hit it off right away, shared a few drinks at the hotel bar after the conference and got to know each other a little better, or so I thought. The thing that fascinated me most about Jen was the fact that she refused to go back to my room. Not that I asked, I was never that crass, but she let it be known in her own way that she was not about to become another notch on my belt. Apparently she’d heard about me somewhere, which wasn’t too surprising since we worked in pretty much the same circles.
I respected that, at least at the time I did, that was until I learned of her real nature. But here, I’m getting ahead of myself. Jen was a transplant from the northeast that’d moved to Memphis with her company. She was an up and coming exec, one of the only women in her field who hadn’t inherited the position. She was smart, articulate, and attractive and she knew how to carry a conversation. I could see her on my arm at those long drawn out business dinners my life was prone to. I saw her as an asset more so than a wife.
I guess I was smitten with her mind and for me, after years of nothing special that seemed to be enough. I was going to go for it too. Was about ready to put my ring on her finger…and then shit went to pot. I remember the second it happened; remember exactly what thoughts were running through my head. They went something like, shit, fuck me is this some kind of cosmic joke? Why does this shit always happen to me?
I’m a decent guy. I give to charity I’m kind to the elderly and the young. I pay my taxes, which runs into the millions, and have never cheated anyone in my life. So why can’t I catch a fucking break? I finally meet this woman that’s everything I could ask for to complete my life. She’s smart, sexy and not bad to look at, and from all appearances a good girl though not southern.