Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67479 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67479 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Izzy: Come on, sis, bang that man.
Izzy: Have you said “I love you” yet? Because that man was hooked.
Izzy: I want all the details!
I read them with a smile, then look back at her.
“Your family likes me?”
“Hold up, big boy. You’ve only met one sister. You still have to meet the other and my parents.”
“I will.”
“I’m not moving in with you…” She pauses. “Yet.”
“And marriage?” I ask eagerly.
“Maybe in a few months.” Her arms wrap around my shoulders as she rises to her tiptoes and whispers into my ear, “I still have a few hours before I have to get Oliver. Should we take a shower?”
Who am I to say no to this beautiful woman, even if I couldn’t get her to marry me today? You can bet your last fucking dollar that I’m going to be trying every single day until she says yes. Because one way or another, I plan to get a ring on that finger, no matter how hard she fights me.
Then she’ll be all fucking mine.
FORTY-THREE
CRESSIDA
Two Months Later
I see Soren almost every day, but barely at work.
At work, I see him maybe once or twice a week. But he comes over in the afternoons and cooks dinner for us. And we spend most of our free time together.
Every single day, Oliver asks when Soren is coming over. He’s really taken a liking to him, and Noah and I are both happy that he has.
Soren hasn’t mentioned moving in together since that first time, but we spend every night together as it is anyway, so it’s just a matter of making it official and working out what that looks like.
Oliver is running out the door to meet Noah as Soren walks in. “You off, buddy?” Soren asks him. It’s funny and heartwarming to watch him interact with Oliver. Soren is so tall, even more so than Noah. But that doesn’t intimidate Oliver at all. He loves it. He enjoys jumping up and smacking hands with him as he runs in the other direction.
Soren takes him to his gym, and they train together once a week, even though Oliver begs me to take him more often. I finally relented a month into our relationship and let him pick Oliver up from school, even though I was a bit hesitant because of what happened with Maya. But I trust him more than I trust most people now, especially when it comes to my son. And now Oliver expects it almost every day. The thing is, though, Soren is happy to do it. He tells me most of his work is done by noon. Plus, he’s the fucking CEO, so he can do whatever the fuck he wants—his words, not mine. I always laugh when he says things like that because I know he’s being truthful.
“You’re ready?” he asks, eyeing my dress. It’s blue to match my eyes. He told me his favorite color is the blue of my eyes, so I figured I would wear it for my first Forsaken event.
He’s invited me to a few events, but I had to decline because I had Oliver. He’s come back after every one and climbed into my bed only a few hours after leaving. He never stays at the events for long anymore, and I wonder if I’m to blame for that or if his members already hate me. I also think about what type of person it makes me that I don’t hate the idea of these hunts, with the Forsaken removing the scum of the earth. And I try not to dwell on that, and whatever it is he can’t share with me about the hunts.
“I am, are you?” I ask. His suit, including the shirt, is black, but he has on a tie that matches my dress.
“I am.”
I grab my purse and follow him out, our hands joined. Any chance this man can get to touch me, he takes. He guides me to the car, as if I don’t know the way, and then pinches my ass as I’m getting in. When I’m seated, he slides in right next to me and rests his hand possessively on my thigh.
This event is the “wives only” event. I told him I shouldn’t go. He told me he wasn’t going without me. So here we are, at an event where only married couples are present.
Someone opens my door, and I climb out, Soren right behind me. He takes my hand in his before we head up the stairs to the entrance.
When we enter, the room is dimly lit by chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. I look around and notice most people are coupled up and standing in groups. A few are speaking to each other near the bar, and a couple of the wives are chatting in one of the sitting areas.