Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
“Something tells me the apple didn’t fall far from the tree. This would be easier to talk about if your hard-on weren’t currently poking my ass, you know?” She doesn’t help the fact that while I just jacked my cock to thoughts of her, that delicious ass of hers is wriggling in my lap, doing nothing to help the piece of flesh to calm down.
When I heard the door to Cadence’s room opening, I gave her a moment. The doctor mentioned she may need crutches or she might not. I went ahead and had some ordered just in case. I’m currently waiting for them to be delivered. It’s why I was sitting at the breakfast bar, closest to the door, not wanting her to be woken up by unnecessary noises. That all stopped when I heard her struggle with walking.
“Start from the beginning. I can promise you this—I am nothing like my fucker of a brother. He’d have taken advantage of the situation that was presented to himself yesterday, though maybe you wouldn’t be injured like you are now,” I tell her, honestly. In some way, the reason she fell was my fault, yelling at her, threatening her, demanding that she leave. It’s the reason why she’s currently sporting a black eye, a sprained ankle, and what I’m sure is a dented ego.
“I don’t want to talk about it. You had the opportunity last night. You chose to think the worst.” She attempts to wiggle off my lap, this time making sure not to give me a better view of her breasts. Too bad she doesn’t realize that it only shows off her legs even more.
“Christ, if this is how you want to play it, I’ll get Rachel’s number from Alejandro and do my own digging.” I loosen my hold around her body, hoping that I give her time to gather her thoughts and she will tell me the whole story.
“Santiago, if I can call you that and not Mr. Martinez. We both know you’ll do that regardless of what I do and don’t tell you.” When she goes to move off my lap this time, I allow it and stand up with her. I don’t touch on the fact that she’s correct. I’ll be doing my own brand of research mainly with my brother and who the fuck this Rachel person is and how they sunk their claws into the sweetness that is Cadence.
“Stay here,” I tell her when I hear the hum of the elevator that leads to the foyer of my penthouse. You need a key or code to get up to this floor, yet it still has a door much like any other home would have, and in this instance, I know it will only be a matter of moments until there is a knock on the door. The crutches I ordered as well as a few other things for Cadence will be here. I assumed she wouldn’t want to wear high heels or the same clothing she’s been in for well over twelve hours. Shoes were easy to assess. All I had to do was grab the heels she had on to give me the size. Clothes, on the other hand… There was no way I was getting close enough to look at her tag. Instead, I made a quick call to my mother, letting her know everything that happened. Her praying while cussing up a storm probably didn’t do much in our religion. That’s when I asked for her advice on how to fix this situation but also what to order for her in the way of clothes as well as a size. It was not a fun conversation, to say the least, but I’m pretty sure Alejandro will get more than he bargained for this time around. Plus, what I’ll be giving to him, he’ll be more than hurting, needing some poor unsuspecting woman to take care of him, no doubt.
“You can let go of me now. I’m going to my purse. I need to make a phone call.” Cadence walks with my hand in hers until we’re by her shoes and purse that are on the barstool next to the one I abandoned to meet her in the hallway.
“Be careful,” I tell her before leaving her. Clearly, the woman is fiercely independent. Not that it’s a turn-off, a fact that I’m coming to realize is a quality I’m liking a little too much.
“Yeah, sure, okay.” The attitude and snark she throws has me shaking my head as well as grinning. Cadence isn’t backing down from her stance either, so it seems.
FIFTEEN
Cadence
Santiago is full of surprises. The way he wouldn’t let me go, holding me to him, I cannot wrap my head around the whirlwind that has become my life in the past week. It’s hard to breathe around him. His presence dominates every aspect of my being. How I’m able to string a sentence or two together is beyond me. I mean, seriously, shirtless and gray sweatpants, a Christmas tree in the corner? He’d be perfect if he didn’t think I was a hooker.