Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27572 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27572 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Hi sweetheart, it read.
I stared, puzzled, and then slipped my phone back in my pocket because I don’t generally answer texts or calls from random numbers. But then my cell buzzed again.
It’s Liam, the next message read. I got your number from Sweet Lies, so I hope you don’t mind. Would you be open to dinner sometime? I miss you and our time together. As an incentive, I can make sure my chef prepares those special blue eggs and the purple Japanese yams we discussed.
My heart leapt as I stared at my screen with wonder. Was I really being asked out by a handsome, charismatic trillionaire? Was Liam seeking to extend our rendezvous? I texted back immediately.
Sure, I’d love to try the blue eggs. It’s all about the creamy yolk that gives it flavor, right? I wrote cheekily.
Liam’s response was immediate.
I’ll give you some creamy yolk to swallow, baby girl. As much of it as you want.
Then, we were off. I went over to his mansion that very night, and we didn’t even bother to eat the delicious meal his chef prepared. Instead, we went straight up the master suite, and Liam claimed me over and over again. It was heavenly, and as usual, I was dripping with his seed for hours afterwards, my curves flushed and sated.
But he didn’t let me go to work the next day.
“What are you talking about?” I laughed while struggling into my jeans. “Of course I’m going to café. It’s my job! I can’t just not show up unless I want to be fired.”
Liam shrugged.
“Get fired then. It’s no big deal.”
I stared at him.
“Liam, this is how I make money. How am I going to pay my rent, much less put food on the table? I can’t just ‘get fired.’”
The alpha male shrugged casually.
“How much is your rent? I’m happy to pay it, baby girl, and to cover any expenses you have. You know I’m rolling in dough, so it’s not a problem. Just let me know the amount.”
I gaped at him.
“Liam, we barely know each other. I can’t have you funding my life!”
The handsome man shrugged again.
“Why not?”
I sputtered at his ridiculous question.
“Well … well, just because!”
He grinned at me, blue eyes dancing.
“It’s not just because. There’s a lot of value in having you available to me whenever I want, sweetheart. I’d love to have your curves on demand, and your sweetness in my bed whenever I want. Maybe I’m a wealthy man who’s used to getting everything I want, but it’s just cold, hard facts. Sooner or later, it’s going to happen. You’re mine, Avalon.”
To say that my heart took off for the stratosphere at those words would be an understatement. I was breathless with desire and giddy with the knowledge that I belong to Liam. Plus, I knew in my heart of hearts that Liam was right, so I stayed in bed with him that day, and when my manager called, I happily gave him the “I quit” speech that I’d been rehearsing in my head for weeks. It felt so good, and I felt lighthearted and free after doing it. Then, I moved into Liam’s mansion, and have basically become a kept woman. The CEO works during the day, and then comes home for a gourmet dinner prepared by his chef while I sit at his side in lingerie and high heels. Then, we go upstairs for our nightly shenanigans, and I’ve never felt more blissful because I love having the handsome alpha male in me. He’s insanely huge, but I’ve been able to adjust somewhat, although Liam still has to work it in carefully the first time each night.
But I’m in seventh heaven because not only is Liam a dream lover, but he’s also given me my freedom. I don’t have to worry about working, putting food on the table, or thinking about what comes next in my future. I don’t have to stress about my lack of a college degree, nor contemplate going back to school so that I can increase my future earnings potential. Instead, Liam’s given me the freedom to relax, and to choose how I spend my time. I can lounge around by his pool while reading romance novels, or workout in his private gym while listening to music. I can go shopping using his credit card, before coming home and bingeing on Netflix to my heart’s delight. Liam’s provided me a life of leisure, and I’m not ashamed to admit that I love it.
But in the three months since I moved in, things have changed. He used to come home almost every night for dinner, but lately, he’s been staying late at the office more and more. I suppose it’s to be expected because the man is the CEO of two companies, and has to earn his hefty paycheck. Still, it’s disquieting because my life revolves around this man. Liam Carrington is dynamic, powerful, and sexy, and I’m head over heels in love.