Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92519 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92519 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
“Stop, no, stop, I’m ticklish.” Rosalie tried to fight off his hands, but after her revelation, he couldn’t resist.
Ticking Rosalie, he couldn’t tear his gaze away as she giggled. He loved the sound of her laughter. He started at her ribs, but then, temptation was too great as he started to explore more of her body, finding areas she couldn’t help but giggle.
“Stop. Please. Stop.”
He’d somehow managed to get the clothes she’d been wearing off her body and as he did so, he was then able to make love to her.
Colt remembered feeling her naked body pressed against his. All through their honeymoon, he didn’t allow her to get on her knees. No, each time they had sex, he was always facing her, always staring into her eyes as he took her, thrusting deep into her tight, hot cunt.
“Tell me,” Colt said.
“No, it’s stupid.”
“Nothing is stupid. Look how easy our lives changed. One moment we had plans and now we’re on our honeymoon together,” Colt said. “You can’t tell me that doesn’t show how quickly our lives change.”
Rosalie rolled her eyes. “Okay, fine. Petal and I planned to get out of town. We were going to save enough money to either rent or buy an apartment, then we’d find work. Again, this was all just two girls planning, but we saw ourselves as businesswomen working our way up the corporate ladder. Petal actually fancied herself an actress, and she figured that would be her goal. It is stupid and full of ideology, but we were just two girls having a whole lot of fun.”
“So what happened to your plans?” Colt asked.
“Growing up,” Rosalie said. “I realized who and what my father was, and I saw how my mother was around him, and I knew I couldn’t leave her.”
“That’s not your fault, though, Rosalie.”
“I was born, Colt. It is my fault. She had no choice but to stick around. He isolated her and I wasn’t going to be selfish and take something for myself.”
“Even though you deserved it?” Colt asked.
She shrugged. “Did I deserve it, though?”
Yeah, she did. Rosalie was not like her father. She wasn’t even like her mother. She was strong, loyal, and more than he could have ever imagined.
He leaned down, ignoring the nurse that came in and clucked her tongue at him. During their honeymoon, he’d gotten used to Rosalie sleeping next to him. Whenever she had fallen asleep in his arms, he’d taken a few moments just to look at her. It was in those moments, all alone and with Rosalie fast asleep, that he saw the peace in her eyes, and knew just by sleeping next to her he’d helped her relax.
Pressing a kiss to her head, he waited for the nurse to leave before he spoke. “I don’t know if you can hear me, Rosalie, but I promise you, I’m going to take care of you. I’m going to make sure you never feel another ounce of pain or loneliness again. I’ll never allow your mother to suffer. I will take care of you.” He kissed her again, and so no one else could hear it, he pressed his lips to her ear. “And I’m going to love you without hating myself for it.”
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Two Days Later
“You do realize I’ve got no reason to stay at the hospital. The doctors seem irritated with me still being here,” Rosalie said. She hated hospitals. Hated them with a passion and always tried to avoid them. When she was a kid, about eight years old, she fell in the front yard at home, attempting to ride her bike on her own without any training wheels. There had been glass smashed and she hadn’t seen it, but it had gashed her knees and legs as she’d fallen and kind of slid. It had been painful and her mother had taken her to the hospital.
Rosalie had tried to remove the glass from the offending knee and tape it up with some basic clear tape, to stop it from bleeding. Petal had been there, keeping watch. There had been a lot of blood, but Rosalie had never been too squeamish, and seeing as she and Petal had always fallen over, cutting themselves, blood was a regular occurrence. Her mother had nearly fainted at the sight when she came home. Rosalie wouldn’t ever forget it.
She hated hospitals, though.
“I’m paying,” Colt said. “For the room, for them to keep checking on you.”
“And for the food?” Rosalie asked, looking at the burger and fries, which was not hospital food.
“I brought the food here,” he said.
She chuckled, picking up the milkshake and taking a sip. “Seriously, I feel fine.”
“The rib?”
“Sore, but it’s cracked and bandaged, so there’s nothing we can do there. I’ve got cuts and bruises, all of which are being taken care of.” She shrugged. “Honestly, I feel fine. I don’t want to stay here another night. Don’t you want us to sleep in our bed?”