Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 20030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
That's when I notice the folded piece of paper waiting for me on the mahogany nightstand. The texture alone feels expensive under my fingertips, and the ink on paper is bold and rich, like something only the most finely crafted fountain pen could ever wield.
Call me.
WS
I stare at the message card in my hands.
That's it?
Really?
I'm not even sure what to think, and so I end up asking myself yet again.
Is Wynd Sullivan truly the man God wants me to spend the rest of my life with?
My fingers curl into fists around the note, but even as my heart aches with confusion, I start to remember how he was with the children last night.
There was not a single trace of the intimidating billionaire in Wynd while he was spending time with the kids.
I remember him never losing his patience even when they badgered him with questions.
The genuine amusement that flashed in his eyes when a mishap with the ketchup bottle caused Izzy to squirt red sauce directly onto his face, staining his expensive white shirt.
I remember so many...just so, so many good things that the truth is an absolute no-brainer.
Wynd Sullivan can and will be a good father to Samuel or any other child he wishes to adopt.
But as to whether he'd make a good husband or whether I'd make a good wife to him...
Why can't I hear You all of a sudden, God?
I just don't know anymore.
Is Wynd truly the man I've been waiting over forty years to spend the rest of my life with?
Chapter Eight
WYND SULLIVAN WAS NOT the type to be distracted at work. He had always possessed an almost supernatural ability to compartmentalize, and in the early years of his career, using work to keep his mind from dwelling on his parents' deaths was the reason he had been able to build his billion-dollar empire from scratch.
He was not a slacker.
Had never been one either.
He had also believed he would never be so.
Until today.
He had been at the office for over four hours now.
But he still hadn't gotten a single damn thing done.
If there was one thing he had accomplished, it was to experience self-disgust for the first time in his life, with how he had found himself repeatedly checking his phone for any call or message...from her.
What the hell was wrong with him?
He had never let a woman affect him this way.
And certainly never this much.
But from the moment he had left her side, he had not been able to stop thinking of her.
His body seethed with impatience, and at a quarter to twelve, Wynd was done pretending. He was done playing cool.
He jabbed the button for his head of security with more force than necessary. "Charleston."
"Yes, sir?"
"Where is she?"
There was no need to clarify who "she" was. Wynd had assigned bodyguards to tail Star the moment she'd moved into his ranch, though he'd been careful to keep them incognito and hadn't bothered asking for her approval.
What she didn't know wouldn't hurt her.
"Ms. Moreno is at her workplace, sir."
Wynd's jaw tightened.
Damn her.
He had explicitly asked her to call him.
But instead she had gone to work without a single text to let him know she was alive.
Or that she intended to come back.
Was this another one of her games?
Wynd's limo was already waiting for him when his private elevator descended to his building's basement parking, and his mood only grew darker with every passing minute.
Luntian Financial Forensics International.
Star's company building eventually rose into view, his limo cruising smoothly to a stop in front of its glass doors. Heads swung in his direction as soon as he entered, his arrival triggering a flurry of excitement among the women.
They stole glances at him repeatedly, their excitement reducing them into giggling teenagers as they watched Wynd walk up to the reception counter.
"I'd like to know where I can find Star Moreno."
"G-Good afternoon, Mr. Sullivan." Janet could feel blood rushing to her face when she realized one of Texas' most eligible billionaires was speaking directly to her. This man was so impossibly handsome, she just couldn't believe he was asking for who again?
Janet cleared her throat. "I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch—"
"Star Moreno, please."
"She's...it's her lunch break," Janet finally said even as she struggled to contain her jealousy and resentment. Why was this beautiful man looking for someone like Star? "If there's anything I can do to help—"
"Are you saying she's left the premises?"
Janet considered lying...but chickened out the moment she saw the way the billionaire's icy blue gaze narrowed at her.
"No, Mr. Sullivan. She's likely at the third floor cafeteria," she added sulkily.
"Thank you."
Her fists clenched under the counter as she watched the billionaire walk away. Star Moreno was, like, ancient. Why would someone like Wynd Sullivan want anything to do with someone like Star when Janet was right here? She was young! And fresh! And...and more flexible in bed! Didn't he care about those things at all?