Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 164263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 821(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 821(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
After this meeting we’re going saucepan shopping…. Yes you heard me right.
Not a sentence I would have ever imagined coming out of my mouth in a million years. Alora is so excited about our new house and being able to have privacy that the yacht can’t offer us. She’s mapping out furniture room by room and it will be just the two of us in our new home, no cook, no cleaner, no guards inside. Normal is how she wants it, and I have to admit, after spending time alone in her house, I now find myself craving privacy too.
Having her run our house returns me to a simplicity that brings me a great deal of peace. I get it now….
While I read at night, she spends her time scrolling through recipes of things she wants to cook for us and apparently there’s some big kitchen catering place here in Paris that she wants to look at.
With anyone else I would just say buy whatever you want online, but not Alora.
No…it’s all about the tangible experience, touching things with your hands and being lost in the tactile moment. Buying with your heart and not your wallet.
I wish she got to meet my mother.
They are so much alike, glamorous and beautiful with the purest souls.
A heart full of love, the healer of all healers.
Sometimes I look at her and choke up with emotion, she truly is the biggest gift in my life. A love that I never knew I needed.
“Edward.”
I glance up as she pulls me from my daydream. “Yes.”
“Nel’s going.”
“Oh.” I nod, embarrassed. “Lovely to see you, Nel. Today was very productive.” I lean in and kiss her cheek.
“Goodbye.” She toddles off across the restaurant but I don’t dare look after her.
Alora’s temper is spicy as fuck and she has no problem ripping me a new asshole.
“Alone at last.” She smiles over at me as she takes my hand in hers; she lifts it to her lips and kisses the back of it. “Did you hear anything we were talking about?”
“Every single word.”
“You’re such a liar.”
I throw her a wink.
“Are you ready to go and buy saucepans, Mr. Prescott?” She widens her eyes in excitement.
“Yes.” I smile, her joy is infectious.
“Are you as excited as me?”
“No.”
She giggles. “Can you at least act excited?”
“No.”
“And then we can get some dinner on the way home.”
“I’ve booked a table at my favorite restaurant.”
“Okay.” She bounces out of her chair. “Do you think we should get new cutlery too?” She pushes her chair in.
“If you like.”
“Well, what would you like?”
“I would like to be naked.”
“Of course you would.” She rolls her eyes as she takes my hand in hers. “Find me the right saucepans and you might have half a chance.”
ALORA
“Doe,” Edward calls from the balcony.
“Coming.” I pull the fluffy white robe around my shoulders. The bathroom is steamy, we’ve just soaked in the sunken tub for over an hour. We talked and laughed, made sweet gentle love and after the dreamy three days we have just had, Paris may be my new favorite city.
We aren’t staying in the hotel, this time we’re at his penthouse.
My hair is in a messy topknot and I walk out onto the balcony to see Edward in his white robe standing at the rail looking out over the twinkling Eiffel Tower. His dark hair is messed to perfection and his broad shoulders make that robe hang in all the right places.
This man….
There’s a silver bucket with champagne sitting on ice and two crystal flutes and music is playing in the background.
“What are we celebrating?”
He turns and takes me into his arms, his big blue eyes hold mine. “Us.”
My heart swells.
“Oh, Edward,” I whisper. “I’m so in love with you.”
A new song comes on. Elvis Presley, “Can’t Help Falling in Love.”
“Dance with me.” He takes me into his arms and we sway to the music as he sings the words. Barefoot in our bathrobes, all alone on the balcony with the Eiffel Tower twinkling in the background, I fall in love with him all over again.
“Okay, so what happens here?” I say as I read the pamphlet. “Tell me the rules.”
Thomas, Helene and I are at the polo watching the Kingsmen. We are lined up in fold-up chairs and wearing big hats. Beautiful people are everywhere watching, and apparently this is our new normal weekend thing. Edward has finally succumbed to having my friends come to the things that he wants me to go to. I can’t do this alone, I need backup with these glamorous women everywhere.
“So….” Thomas points to the field. “As far as I can see, they all ride around on stupidly expensive horses and hit a ball with a hockey stick.”
“Right.”
“And let’s not forget look hot,” Helene adds.
“True.” The team are all wearing tight white pants and fitted red shirts.