Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 57853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
"Okay." So he doesn't much care for him either. That's good to know. "Wait, why are you here then if not to get revenge on his behalf?"
"I'm here because a pink, glittery spitfire burst into my life, and I haven't been able to think of anything else since."
"Oh." I pull my shoulders back, ducking my chin; suddenly a wave of shyness fills me. I mean obviously he’s talking about me. "So you're like obsessed with me and stalked me down."
"If that's how you'd like to word it."
"It is; that's the story I will be telling people. That all it took was one glimpse of me, and you were so smitten that you had to track me down. That there was no way you could ever survive without me again.”
"If you say so." He shrugs one shoulder.
"I do say so," I snip back at him. I stand there, not sure what to do now. My head is a bit of a mess. "You're too agreeable." Which makes it hard to be snippy with him.
A low chuckle leaves him. "I pick my battles."
"Well, you don't think it will be embarrassing when everyone finds out how you stalked me and I had to flee out a window to escape you? Not very manly." His brows pull together slightly.
"If that's what people believe, I can't control that. But in my opinion, it's not manly to give a fuck or to worry about others' opinions on what and how I handle my woman."
“That 'my' is rather possessive.” I lick my lips, enjoying it far too much and the bolt of desire that shoots through my body. I still have a low humming need in the pit of my stomach, an ache for release. The last time I tried to handle it myself, it hadn't gone well.
"I am an obsessed stalker, and let's not forget, you're my wife."
"What are we going to do about that?" Pierce grips my hips, pulling me into his lap so that I'm straddling him.
"I don't plan to do anything."
"We can't stay married." I rest my hands on his shoulders.
"We can."
"We can't."
"We can, and I can do this all day." I press my lips together because I know that he could.
“Pierce.” I let out a small sigh. “You live in the city, and I live here. That is one of many problems.”
“I’m wealthy. I can live anywhere I want.”
“Well, isn’t that nice for you?”
“We’re married, so isn’t that nice for you as well?”
“Are you really suggesting that your money is also mine?”
“If we’re married.”
“Well, give me some of it,” I challenge.
“Right now?”
“No time like the present.” If he wants to be married, so be it. I hold my hand out and wait. He fights a smile, slightly shaking his head. “That’s what—” I cut off when his arm wraps around me and he partly stands, keeping a hold on me, and then sits back down, me still straddling him.
“Which card would you like?” he asks, holding his wallet in his hand.
“The black one.” He opens it and pulls out a black card.
“Oh my God, they’re real?” I snatch it from his hand. I said black because I've heard of them. I’ve never seen one out in the wild. I weigh it in my hand. "The thing is freaking heavy, made out of some kind of metal. Oh, shit, are black cards made of black gold? Wait, is there black gold?"
"They're real, and yes, there is black gold, but it's not natural.”
"Like white chocolate."
"I suppose so." Ha ha, Katherine, suck it. She swears it's real because she sees it with her eyes, but that's not how that works, but she says her eyes say otherwise. "I'll get one in your name, but you can use this in the meantime."
"Oh no, you don't. I use this sucker, and the next thing I know, you're hitting me with wire fraud charges." Is their plan to take me down? He says he’s not here because of Biff, but what do I really know?
"Why would I want my wife arrested?"
"I don't know why you want a wife at all!" I try to wiggle off his lap, my chest growing tight, a ball of emotion trying to force its way out. This isn’t how things were supposed to happen. It’s not a part of the plan. How I pictured things, my future.
“If I didn’t want you, why would I be here?” he counters, but I don’t know. There has to be a reason. I just don’t know it yet. “For a town that’s always talking about romantic magic, you are rather skeptical.” That gives me pause.
“You think that?” I cock my head, eyeing him. “You cannot make those kinds of accusations. We don’t joke about that.”
“Accusations?” His hands start to run up and down my back, stroking me. I have to fight not to purr and wrap myself fully around him. I think I could get my legs around him. Cling to him like a koala bear. "Why can't you give this a try?" He leans in, brushing his mouth against the column of my neck. "I could give you what you want." I trail my fingers up the back of his neck and into his hair.