Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Liberty stood at the top of the stairs with her hands on her hips, looking pissed. That stance put those tits of hers on display in a way I didn’t need.
Did she not own a baggy shirt? Was everything tight and too short?
“This door is my office,” I said, opening it and walking inside.
It wasn’t until she followed me in that it dawned on me that my office was going to smell like her now. Just fucking great. Maybe I should let her go on a job hunt. I mean, there was a big chance that in three days, she would no longer be my concern and she’d need a job.
Jerking my chair out from under my desk with more force than necessary, I sat down in it. “How would you get around to find a job if I let you go look?”
She was thirty-one, and she didn’t own a fucking car. How pathetic was that? Could she not have pulled her life together by this point? If she worked all the time, why hadn’t she bought one already?
“The bus,” she replied, crossing her arms over her chest. That only pushed her tits up more, but at least it was better than when they were on complete display.
“That’s a lot of walking,” I pointed out.
“I’ve had to do it many times in my life.”
I leaned back in my chair and looked at her. “Why is that? You’re thirty-one. Why don’t you have a car?”
She visibly tensed, and I realized I’d struck a nerve.
“I had a car in the past; I just don’t have one at the moment.”
I reached for a cigarette. “And why is that?”
“That’s not an easy question to answer. There is a lot to that story.”
I just bet there was. She had to make up all the excuses as to why she had chosen this path in life when she could have had the same life as her sister. They’d been offered an education. She hadn’t wanted it.
I stuck the cigarette between my lips and lit it. “Always something with you, isn’t there?” I said, standing back up. “The stack of files right there, they need to be put back in those cabinets, where they belong. It’s in alphabetical order. Once you’re done with that, go back to the bedroom. When I have time, I will show you what needs to be scanned and how to use the scanner. I’ll have that food sent up,” I told her as I walked past her and out the door.
I expected her to say something, but she didn’t say a word. I wasn’t going to be able to stay up here with her. The harder my dick got when I thought about how tight her cunt was, the more I lashed out at her.
If the baby was mine, I was going to have to find a way not to do that.
12
Liberty
A knock on the door interrupted my reading about the first trimester of pregnancy from a website I’d found on my phone. I looked at the time to see it was a few minutes after seven. I had finished the filing hours ago, but after Liam had brought me a chicken sandwich and fries for lunch, I’d not seen him again.
Swinging my legs off the bed, I walked over to the door to open it. I wasn’t going to sit in this room all day tomorrow. If he wasn’t going to show me the work he needed me to do, then I was going to find a job.
Jerking the door open, I was ready to tell him just that, but it wasn’t Liam.
A blonde with a lot of makeup, lashes that could not be real, and pasties on her nipples stood there instead, holding a tray of food. Her eyes did a quick once-over of me before they snapped back up to my face. There was a flash of displeasure before she gave me a smile that didn’t meet her eyes.
“Liam sent me up with your dinner,” she said, holding the tray out for me.
“Thank you,” I replied as I took it.
She didn’t make a move to leave. I glanced at her stiletto heels with rhinestones and the barely there string of red satin that was supposed to be panties before walking over to the bed to set the food down.
“Who are you?” she asked me.
I turned back to her and wondered what excuse Liam had given her for me being up here.
“Liberty Dillard,” I replied, not giving her any more information than that.
“Are you the doctor?” she asked, her gaze doing another scan of my body.
“Nope.”
She tilted her head to the side, and her gaze turned haughty. “Whatever you’re doing with Liam, he isn’t going to keep you.”
I let out a laugh. “God, I hope not.”
It looked like she was going to say more when I heard footsteps on the stairs. She tensed and glanced back toward them.