Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
She eyes us both, getting up, grabbing her purse. “I would say hope to see you again, but let’s be honest, you’ll be a funny story we will tell at Christmas.” She turns and walks out of the house.
“I need to go,” I whisper, walking upstairs.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Noah
“I need to go,” she whispers, walking upstairs. How did the best two days of my life turn to shit so fast? I throw my head back, rubbing my hands over my face. Not waiting another second, I run up the stairs, taking them two at a time. Once I get to the bedroom door I see her scurrying around the room, packing not just what she wore last night, but everything that she has here.
“What the hell is going on right now?” I ask her, walking into the room.
“Um, I think we should have a little space,” she says to the bag, going into the bathroom to get more stuff.
Walking over to the bag, I start unpacking it and putting things back where they belong. She comes out of the bathroom, her hands full of her shit, and let me say I love her shit, stopping mid-step.
“What are you doing?”
I don’t bother looking at her. I just put her clothes back on the chair in a heaping mess, some falling sideways. “I think it’s pretty self-explanatory,” I say, walking back to her, grabbing her stuff out of her hand. “There is no little fucking space.” I walk back, dumping the stuff on the counter, turning and watching her at the door of the bathroom while I lean back on the counter. “My mother is a bitch. It’s a known fact. Fuck, even my father doesn’t like her. He tolerates her, but…” I stop when I see the questions in her eyes. “My parents had me because it was the thing to do. Two hotshot lawyers creating life. It took them into a new level, but once I was here it was a level that my mother didn’t want, so I was brought up by nannies.”
Her eyes turn soft.
“My parents aren’t loving like your parents, babycakes.” I walk to her, grabbing her face in mine. “My mother will be a bitch till she closes her eyes and even then she might come back just to fuck with me. Don’t define me or us because of my mother.”
She puts her hands on mine. “She really is a bitch. It’s a good thing my parents taught me manners because—” And I stop her there by bringing my lips to hers while I squeeze her cheeks in my hands.
“Now, can we go back down and do naked yoga, please?”
Her smile shines bright, her eyes light, and her giggle shoots straight to my heart, then my cock. Whoa, did I just say heart? Fuck. This is what it feels like. I kind of like it. Could be worse.
“We are not doing naked yoga till the locks are changed on your front door,” she says and I let her go, walking over to my night table where I pick up the phone. “What are you doing?”
“Calling a locksmith.” I turn and sit on the bed and forty-five minutes later I have new locks on the door and forty-seven minutes later I’m buried balls deep in her while we do naked yoga.
The next day I kiss her goodbye when we both leave for the day and I’m strolling into the office and stop as soon as I see Lauren walking in also.
“Look at you being early and shit.” I smile, holding the door open for her.
“We start at nine, right?” she asks, looking down at her watch.
“Yeah ish, give or take,” I say to her, nodding to the security guards in the entrance.
“Ish, what is ish?” she asks, pressing the elevator button, going up.
“Lauren, I’m not Austin. I won’t freak out if you’re ten minutes late. Shit happens. Now I have Norma coming to just show you the ins and outs. You have her for two hours because Leonard is coming back this afternoon,” I say, getting out of the elevator and showing her to Norma’s office. “I hope you’re a fast learner.” I wink at her as she takes a notebook out of her bag. I smile to both of them and then go to my office, checking my emails. Two hours later when I look up, Lauren is sitting at her desk with four, first-year associates. I don’t know what she is telling them, but it looks like she she’s telling them a super-hot dirty sex story. I grab my phone, snapping a picture and sending it to Austin.
My PA is better than yours!
Fuck off! He replies, making me laugh.
Dude, she is the shit. These chumps are eating her up.
I look back at her as she points to something on the computer screen.