Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
“No. I got some business to handle,” I reminded him. “I’ll probably head home around dinner,” I said. “What?” I asked when he shot me a look.
“Boss, it ain’t none of my business,” he said, holding up his hands.
“What is it, Miko?” I asked.
“Just saying, that girl is all alone in that apartment all day, not allowed to leave, nothing to do, worrying about the shop and her grandfather… that’s all I’m saying.”
“Are you involved with her?” I asked, wishing I could suck those fucking words right back in.
“What?” he asked, looking taken aback.
“Halle. You’ve been with her every day for, what, four days? Have you gotten involved with her?”
“I mean, we shared a meal or two. Might have talked about her shop. But, no. I know that’s not my place. I mean, she’s beautiful and all, but no. It’s just… I think maybe I might know more about, you know, the inner workings of women than you do, that’s all. Feel free to tell me to shut the fuck up, if you want.”
“No. You know I appreciate your input,” I said. “Why don’t you go home and get some sleep? You’ve been busting your ass.”
“I gotta go see my Ma. But then, yeah, sleep sounds good. Got my phone if you need me,” he said, standing up, and exiting the restaurant.
I did end up spending my afternoon doing work shit.
First, because it needed to get done.
Second, because I knew distance was what I needed from Halle.
And, third, even if I wanted to try to put her mind at ease and shit like that, I wouldn’t know the first fucking thing about doing that.
So I didn’t make my way home until around six-thirty, the sun long set, and with no other excuse to stay out any longer.
I greeted the guards who had changed shifts, then made my way inside, finding that I was bracing myself for her getting up in my face about keeping her prisoner.
I mean, I was keeping her safe.
But the fact of the matter was that, yes, the guards were directed that she was not, under any circumstances, allowed to leave the penthouse.
I figured she would have likely tried and learned the hard way already.
I walked into a quiet apartment, though.
There were no traces of her around, save for the fireplace that was still on in the living room.
Curious, I made my way down the hall, finding her bedroom door open, and the bathroom door ajar.
But no Halle.
There was no way she could have gotten past the guards.
Circling back, I checked out on the balcony before making my way upstairs.
And then, like a kick to the fucking crotch, there she was.
In front of the fire with the TV on.
Dead asleep.
Sprawled out in one of the chairs in my bedroom, her bare legs draped over the arm. The tee I’d given her the night before had ridden up almost to her panty line, and it took every fucking ounce of my self-control not to walk over there, spread them, and bury myself between. Face, cock, I didn’t care. I just wanted more of her.
Especially after getting my fingers insider her tight pussy, feeling her wetness all over my hand as I finger-fucked her, listening to her whimpers and moans as I drove her up and through an orgasm.
Even just the memory of it had my cock hardened against my pants, aching for fulfillment. To feel her hand, mouth, pussy clenched around it.
“Fuck,” I groaned to myself.
And that, to someone who was staying in a strange place, and also accustomed to living alone, was enough to make Halle jerk awake, eyes wide but unseeing for a second.
I watched as she adjusted to the unfamiliar surroundings before her gaze finally fell on me.
“This was the only TV I could find,” she said, voice thick and sleepy. And, fuck, if that wasn’t a good sound.
My gaze slipped down her body again, and it was only then that she seemed to remember her state of relative undress, dropping her legs down from the arm, and stretching the tee as far down as it would go.
“There’s a TV in every room,” I said, gaze back on her face. Which was how I saw the change come over her before she was bursting out of the chair, and taking several angry steps toward me.
“How was I supposed to know that? You left before I even got up. I was left alone in an apartment with nothing to do all day. I didn’t even get to see my grandfather!” she added, voice getting higher.
“I don’t want to risk you leaving today,” I said. “You can call him.”
“And how was I supposed to call him when I don’t have my phone?” she snapped.
Right.
Her phone.
I’d been tuned in enough to make sure she had something to wear, and food to eat, but the whole entertainment and access to the outside world thing had escaped me, I’ll admit.