Total pages in book: 167
Estimated words: 157162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 786(@200wpm)___ 629(@250wpm)___ 524(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 786(@200wpm)___ 629(@250wpm)___ 524(@300wpm)
“How’s that for an answer, wife?” I murmured against her ear.
She turned in my arms, tipping her head upward, gifting me with a sly smile. “Answer enough for me, husband.”
She rose up to kiss me. And I did my job of lifting her over my shoulder and carrying her out of the party to hoots and hollers from our respective families.
Best day of my life.
And I knew there were many more to come.
BEAU
I sipped my whiskey.
I knew I’d had one too many.
But I needed the radiating sting of it, something to hold on to, something to distract me from her. In that fucking dress, skimming over every one of her delicate curves.
What the fuck did she think, dressing like that? It was a wedding.
I didn’t miss the men, too fucking old for her—my age, which was too fucking old—feasting on her with their eyes. The waiters, closer in age, ogling her ass. I wanted to pummel all of them for daring to look at what was mine.
But she wasn’t mine.
I tipped the last of the whiskey down my throat.
Not mine.
My daughter’s nanny. Years younger. Too good for me. That’s what she was.
Never mine.
Yet when her head tipped up and she directed her eyes to where I was sitting, our eyes locked and my cock twitched.
Mine, something deep inside me growled.
She smiled, hesitantly, softly, seeming to be uneasy as she often was around me. Everything about her was delicate, soft. More than anything, I wanted to calm her, make her feel relaxed around me.
I scowled at her, pushing my chair back so hard it tumbled to the ground before I stalked away.
I’d fire her.
Tomorrow.