Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
It was so messed up.
This man, this gorgeous, older man.
I was friends with his daughters and daughter-in-law, for Christ’s sake. He couldn’t be serious. The rules he had given me were completely asinine, and I didn’t believe what he said about my father’s money for a second.
Lucian had told me to get dressed, but I had no clothes here.
I hadn’t been allowed to take anything from the hotel suite. Everything was being held until I could figure out a way to pay my bill.
What was I supposed to do? Fashion a dress out of his bed linens? God knew after the way he was with me last night that they were not fit to wear. He had done things to my body that left large sticky white stains over the black satin.
Heat burned my cheeks again as I thought about last night.
About how good everything was. The pain, the pleasure, and how they swirled together in a way that was intoxicating, and so warm. Last night I had slept in his arms, and I wanted to feel like I should be sick about that. I wanted to feel like that was something horrible, but the only thing I felt was warm.
The truth was that it had been the best night of sleep I’d had since the accident.
It was the first time I had slept through the entire night without those dreams haunting me. The first morning I had woken up to the feeling of his cock sliding inside of me, my muscles aching from soreness, and it still felt exquisite. It was far better than waking up to the echoing, pounding sound of the flask hitting the roof of that limo, or having the image of my mother’s lifeless eyes seared behind my eyelids when I first opened them.
I thought back to how he’d touched me, expecting the revulsion to hit any minute, but it still didn’t. Instead of that, a slow creeping warmth glowed in my core again, and I couldn’t help the way my fingers slid down my body, stopping to pinch my nipples like he had, thinking about the way his hot mouth pulled at them before my hand slid down further to my wet, aching, and very messy pussy.
My finger had only barely touched my clit when the doors slammed open, and a parade of staff came into the room. Grateful that I was still under the blankets, I held them to my body and demanded to know what the hell was going on.
“Mr. Manwarring is having us deliver your wardrobe. We are to put it into the spare closet in this room so that you may get dressed. Mr. Manwarring has insisted that while we prepare your closets, we are also to draw you a hot bath so that you may cleanse yourself,” a man with slicked back hair and a tuxedo with a bow tie and tails said, while looking down his nose at me.
“Excuse me?”
“Suzette is already drawing your bath. You have fifteen minutes before breakfast is served.”
He turned his back on me but didn’t leave the room.
Instead, he continued, directing the never-ending parade of other maids and butlers and what looked like a like a few gardeners as they brought in garment bags, hat boxes, and even the Vintage Louis Vuitton steamer trunk that my grandmother had given me.
It was everything that I’d had not only in the hotel room, but also in my rooms in my parent’s estate.
He’d sent people to my home. Invading my private space, my parent’s private space, without permission.
Lucian really had moved my entire life without my consent.
Then again, my consent didn’t really seem to factor in on his list of concerns.
It was clear the staff was not going to leave. By the way the butler lifted his wrist out and tapped on his watch, I knew I was on a countdown clock.
This was ridiculous.
Tightening the sheet around my body as much as I could, careful to cover every inch that needed to be covered, and not give the help a free peep show, I made my way into the large ensuite bathroom.
Sure enough, there was a maid there in a traditional maid’s uniform, with the ruffled hat clipped into her hair and everything, leaning over the bathtub and filling it with hot water and some of the most delicious smelling oils.
“What is that?” I asked her. “It smells amazing.”
“Mr. Manwarring had it brought specially for you. It’s a bath oil designed to sooth your muscles and accentuate the scent of the perfume he got for you.”
“What perfume?”
“Carolina Herrera’s Good Girl. It really is a very fetching scent.”
Of course, it was Carolina Herrera’s Good Girl.
I took a deep breath in slowly through my nose and out of my mouth, stopping myself from screaming at the poor maid.
This wasn’t her fault, and I did not take things out on the help. I found it tacky and gauche and refused to be one of those overprivileged, entitled women. I mean, I was overprivileged and entitled, or at least I had been, but my situation had nothing to do with the maid.