Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 67039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
“No!” I fight harder, not only against his hold on me but also the way my body naturally is drawn to him. Although mad, I know being this close to him somehow still manages to weaken my resolve. I have to keep reminding myself that I need to keep some distance between us.
“Yeah, you're really scared of me,” Warren mutters as my feet leave the ground. He lifts me up higher so we’re eye level, my feet dangling a good foot off the ground. “I went there to beat the shit out of someone for hurting one of the girls.”
“Okay.”
“That’s all I did.”
“Really?” I scoff.
“What is it you think I did, little mouse?” I narrow my eyes at him. Is he fighting a smirk? Does he think him betraying me is a joke? That I’m a joke?
“You’re an asshole, you know that?” Any humor he had in his expression melts away. Did I go too far? Too bad. I may have to fall in line and marry him, but I don’t have to keep my mouth shut.
“You’re jealous.” That sexy little smirk of his chooses to make an appearance, only heightening my agitation.
“Maybe I would rather not catch an STD.”
“I promise you. That will not be an issue.”
“You’re maddening, you know that?”
“I do tend to have that effect on people.”
“Can you put me down now?”
“I didn’t touch anyone.”
“Except that man you beat up?”
“I suppose you have me there, little mouse.” I should let it go at that, but I can’t help myself.
“Did they touch you?”
“Tova.” He softens to me. I can feel it throughout his body. “I have never touched any of the girls who work there. I never would, and they know better than to even try it.” I search his face, hoping he’s telling me the truth. He doesn’t have a reason to lie. No matter what, I’ll be walking down the aisle to him come tomorrow.
“Really? Never?”
“You believe I go there often?”
“I don’t know. I just thought, well, men—”
“I’m not like a lot of men, and I don’t mean because of who I am.”
“Then what do you mean?” I stop fighting him. My hands come to rest on his shoulders. He keeps me tight in his hold, my feet still dangling. "Tell me. I'm going to be your wife tomorrow. Give me something, Warren."
"I'm sure you've noticed. People call me cold and unfeeling." I have heard those things too. But there were those rare moments I could have sworn when I'd catch him, or I thought he was watching me, that there wasn't coldness. There were small glimpses of desire and need.
"Are you?"
"Yes." He gives a small nod. "I don't think I have the same emotions as others."
"Do you love your family?"
"I don't know."
My heart sinks. "You'll never love me then."
"That's the thing, little mouse. You're different."
Chapter Twelve
WARREN
Ipound on my brother’s bedroom door before I let myself right in. He never stays at the farm, but with the wedding tomorrow (today at this point), he decided it would be easier.
“Fuck me.” Z sits up in his bed. The million screens from his computer light up the room in a blue hue. How that shit doesn’t give him a headache I have no clue. “Do you sleep?”
“Not really.” I walk to the end of the bed and toss Tova's phone at him. It lands in his lap. “My wife was speaking to someone named Marks on her phone. I want to know everything about this girl.”
“Did you get married and I slept through it?” He grabs the phone, tossing the comforter back to get up. I ignore his question, and in Z predictability, he asks another. “Did you sneak into her room to get this?” Z plugs the phone into his computer setup.
"No, I found her at the dock using it." I knew she had a phone. Several times, I considered searching through it, but ultimately decided against it.
She was on my property, which allowed me to track her. Besides, I’m not a fan of letting anyone dig through her phone, and I knew I'd need Z's help for that. Besides, I didn’t want to alert him to my obsession with Tova, but I guess I wasn’t as discreet as I thought since he already was on to me.
"Found her? You're full of shit." He shakes his head. "You wanting those cameras and sensors down there makes sense now. I thought you were going overboard with security around here. Nope, you were stalking your soon-to-be wife." I grunt a response. "Fuck, that's weird to say. You're about to have a wife." Z runs his hand down his face.
"You'll be next if you're not careful." Our mother has been enjoying all of this wedding stuff far too much. I overheard her talking about how a baby shower would be next. That thought should have scared the shit out of me. Yet the only thing it did was go straight to my fucking dick.