Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 145155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
“Come to bed with me and show me how much you love me back, baby,” I smile. He kisses me again with such passion my heart stops and he throws me over his shoulder and marches me off to the bedroom. And just like that the chocolate-coated strawberries and champagne are forgotten…what a waste.
20
Natasha
I awake slowly and immediately feel the exhaustion of a tired body. I feel secondhand, maybe even thirdhand. I feel the weight of someone watching me and I slowly open my eyes. Hmm, what a beautiful sight to wake up to. Joshua is naked and lying on his side next to me, leaning up on his elbow. He smiles and leans in gently for a kiss and his lips linger on mine.
“Good morning, beautiful. Did you sleep well?” I smile and nod, still too sleepy to find my voice. I rub my eyes and roll onto my back. I try and will myself to wake up. He stays silent, watching me, and after about ten minutes of him watching me in silence I turn back to him.
“What?” I smile. He looks at me as if he wants to say something but is trying not to. I raise my eyebrows.
“Well,” I answer again. “Spit it out.”
He smiles and then swallows. “Are you going to leave me?” he whispers nervously.
I frown. “No, dummy, are you going to give me a reason to leave you?”
“What exactly classifies as a reason to you?” he answers.
I close my eyes and start to absentmindedly run my fingers up and down his arm. Why are we talking about this shit first thing in the morning? Give me a break.
“Being with another woman, Josh, is the only reason I would leave you.”
He nods and smiles. “What about when your parents find out, are you going to leave me then?”
I frown. “No, I wouldn’t have come this far if I planned on leaving you, you big dope.”
His eyes widen. “Big dope.” He grabs me hard. I giggle and roll to get away from him as he goes to bite me on the leg. “My precious girl, you just got yourself a one-way ticket.” I laugh again as he grabs to tickle me, and I make a dash to get off the bed.
“To where?” I yell.
He pulls me by the foot back toward him and I giggle.
“To Pound Town,” he snarls. I laugh out loud and squeal as I try desperately without success to escape.
“Pound Town?” I repeat.
“Yes, you’re gagging for a one-way ticket.” I squeal as I am dragged underneath my powerful man in a fit of giggles.
It seems I quite like destination Pound Town. I would suggest you take the scenic route.
We are in the shower and I am very relaxed. I can’t remember feeling so…sleepy. I have told him I love him, and he hasn’t run for the hills—things are looking promising. Although I did notice he didn’t say it back.
“What are the plans for today?” I ask. He kisses my shoulder and continues washing my back.
“I have to do some training. I have a fight tomorrow night.” My eyes widen and I jerk around to face him. “Fight…Josh. I don’t want you fighting anymore. I don’t like it.”
He frowns at me. “Tough shit,” he replies. “I do.”
I’m shocked. “Tough shit,” I reply as my face drops. He nods to confirm that I heard him right. I quickly wash the soap off and exit the shower. I’ll give him tough shit…tough shit, he really should keep that big mouth of his shut more often. I quickly dress and walk out onto the balcony. He, however, takes his time and doesn’t join me for at least twenty minutes. By that time, I am fuming. I am not dating a fucking cage-fighter. No way in hell. What does he think this is? An episode of Conan the Barbarian? Annoyingly, he walks out onto the balcony holding our breakfast tray, looking like he doesn’t have a care in the world. Why would he? I have just been fucked every which way in a porno…which he produced. I’m an idiot. He smiles warmly at me as he sits down at the table and starts to remove the trays for breakfast. I cross my arms like a petulant teenager.
He raises a brow. “Are you eating?”
Is he deluded? I shake my head. He hunches his shoulders and starts to tuck into his breakfast. I scowl again. He’s so annoying. He doesn’t even care I’ve got the shits. I walk over and pour myself a coffee. I really am starving, and he knows it, the asshole.
“Don’t you care that I’m pissed?” I snap.
He continues chewing his food and shrugs his shoulders. “Not really.” He smiles as he swallows.
My mouth drops open, of all the arrogant…I do wide eyes at him and he has the audacity to laugh. I’m so mad but for some stupid reason I find myself mirroring his stupid smile.