Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
“What are you doing? I can go to my room.”
“I’m going to take care of you,” he said.
He put her on the toilet, and he caught sight of the blood once again, and something primal overcame him. No other man had touched her. She wasn’t anyone’s but his.
Enzo went to the tub and started to fill it up with water, adding a few salts in the hope it would take care of any pain or discomfort. Once the tub was full, he went to her and removed the rest of her uniform.
“I can do this.”
“Not happening,” he said. He cupped her face, forcing her to stare into his eyes, even though she attempted to look everywhere and actively avoid looking into his, and then she closed her eyes.
He waited. Enzo was not known for his patience, yet he was showing it here more than ever. He felt so consumed.
Finally, she opened her eyes, and he offered her a smile. “Was that so hard?” he asked.
But there was not a smile looking back at him. Tears filled her eyes, and he saw them threatening to spill over. Her bottom lip quivered, and seeing her on the verge of losing it broke a small part of him.
When a woman cried in the past, he’d found it a nuisance and just a way for them to seek attention. Now as he looked at her, he saw the raw pain and felt it deep in his core. He didn’t want to make her cry.
He cupped her cheek, stroking his thumb across her soft skin. “Talk to me.”
“You’re going to have to fire me now, aren’t you?” she asked. “I kind of loved this job, and you have an amazing library.” She sniffled. “And I’m away from my dad, and I can’t stand him. He’s so cruel.”
The fact he let him go with just a snapped wrist pissed Enzo off. He didn’t like Bradley, and the bastard would be better six feet under. For now, he was going to have to stay alive.
“You’re not going anywhere.”
“But you’re going to need a new wife, and have a bunch of kids, and I don’t know, what would that make me, a mistress?” She shook her head. “I can’t do that. I won’t do that.”
“There’s no wife.”
“But you’re going to have to have one.”
“Until then, it’s not a problem. Stop making problems out of nothing. We don’t need to worry about any of that, at least not yet.” He kissed her lips. “I won’t accept you quitting either. You’re mine, Harper.”
She kissed him back this time and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Does it always hurt?”
“No, it doesn’t.”
He helped her into the bath, because he was more than aware of the blood that covered her pussy and also smeared over his cock. Each time he saw it, it just made him want to possess Harper a little more.
He removed his clothes, and rather than leave Harper alone, he saw she was struggling with what just happened. Enzo didn’t even know how it happened. One moment he was in his kids’ old bedroom, and the next, she was walking away, and he couldn’t let her go. The kiss came out of nowhere, but it wasn’t like he hadn’t been thinking about kissing her and fucking her for some time.
He’d never met anyone like Harper. She was kind, and good, and loyal—everything a wife should be—yet she was his cleaner, and twenty fucking years younger than him. He was a dirty old man and shouldn’t be touching her, yet he felt this connection in a way he’d never felt.
His father had told him he would feel stuff like this, eventually. They had assumed he would feel that way about Isabella. Instead, all he ever felt was resentment. He kept her secret, and he still kept her secret.
His wife was supposed to be a virgin, untouched, untainted. Enzo had never given a fuck about that kind of tradition, however, when it came to Isabella, it would come to piss him off.
“How come you were a virgin?” he asked, stepping into the bath and moving behind her. He pulled her back against him and wrapped his arms around her, putting his chin on her shoulder.
“Because I’ve never had sex with a guy or a girl,” she said.
“How?”
There was a chuckle. “You know how, by not having sex.”
“But you’re young and full of hormones.”
“Not all of us want to jump into bed with the first guy we see. Besides the fact I was never attracted to any of the guys in school, most of the people I knew were friends with my dad, and I’m not exactly a big fan of his.”
“Your dad is a grade A asshole.”
“Agreed. He always ... he hated me going to school. The only reason he let me was because he didn’t have a choice. He even attempted to have me homeschooled, but there was too much money, then he had to prove I was getting the right education. So, I went to my local school, and then high school. The same ones my brothers went to.”