Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 75891 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75891 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
There was a sweet warmth in my chest each time he took the time to text me back, even though he sat next to me. That feeling that the two of us were alone in our own little world, even though we were surrounded by people, was a whole new experience for me. It felt so much like a romcom, and that feeling spread throughout my body until it felt as though I had swallowed the sun.
I realized why that was, why I felt this way, and almost choked on my own saliva. It’s because this morning after was so different from the last. It’s what I needed and didn’t even know that I did. I was spooked because it was too easy, this falling back into a scenario that should not have been.
Didn’t I promise myself long ago that I would never allow this to happen? That I would never trust, never, let anyone get this close again, especially not him? How had he done it so easily? It was too late to pull back now, so I didn’t even try, and the only thing left to do was make his life a living hell.
I started critiquing his performance from the night before, doing my best to get under his skin while he was talking about some technology deal he was working on, and he just kept brushing me off with his answers as if I were just a pesky kid. What man can take a hit about his lack of sexual know-how without batting a lash? I have to up my game.
I’d never done this before with anyone, this playful banter between lovers. It came close to what I’ve seen with my parents over the years. That ease between two people who were very in sync with each other. The more annoying I was, the calmer he seemed to be.
Like when I told him that his donkey dick was a waste on someone who didn’t know how to use it, and he had the nerve to reply that he’d do much better later when he got me alone, as if. I hope no one was focused on me because my face was a dead giveaway that something was up, as red hot as it now was.
I instinctively knew when it was time to pull back and let him get back to what he was doing, and went back to playing on my phone. It rang halfway through my slaughter of the enemy. Of course, it was Dale. Don’t ask me how this one knew who was calling me, but he glared at me hard enough to give me a coronary. I didn’t answer the call, but that didn’t stop him from ending the meeting and clearing the room.
His team had barely left the room when he pulled me up from my seat and planted a kiss on my lips that threatened to consume me. “Still sore?” My face became beet red at his words, and I tried burying my face in his chest.
“Why so shy all of a sudden?” Beats the hell outta me.
He was being so soft and caring, pushing my hair back behind my ear gently, kissing my forehead, all while keeping an arm around my middle as if he was afraid I’d escape. I felt like curling up against his chest and falling asleep. Alarm bells started going off in my head. How the hell did I let this man slip under my guard so easily?
He seemed to sense my thoughts because the next thing I knew, he was swallowing my tongue again before feeding me his, and I forgot why I was supposed to be wary. “Why haven’t you blocked him yet?” He asked while nibbling on my lip, and it took me a moment to understand his words because I was in the fog.
“Because I’m not done playing with him yet.” I looked at him defiantly.
“Whatever you’re doing, make it quick. I don’t like my woman having contact with other men, especially one she used to be close to.” I started to give him hell, but he covered my lips again, this time being way more forceful than before. Someone was jelly.
JESSICA
Ithink he has bipolar disorder. One moment, he’s gruff and overbearing, and the next, he’s being the perfect gentleman. And the way he jumps from one emotion to the next with no breaks in between makes my head spin. He was in the middle of bruising my lips with his when his assistant walked in.
It only took one look to know she was trouble. I’d noticed her beauty the last time I was here, but didn’t pay too much attention; now it was hard to miss the look of aggression she shot me before plastering a fake smile onto her face. Since this one has no problem staking his claim, I don’t see why I should be any different, plus this was a good chance to see what, if anything, was going on between these two.