Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 75553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
After I was fully dressed, I sat down on the bed and waited for breakfast to arrive. I tipped the waiter who brought it to our room and then sighed to myself. No matter how much I liked Remy and how much fun we’d had together, I knew it was wrong. Our relationship was all built on a lie and despite how much I’d enjoyed making love to Remy, I’d never been the type to commit. Bachelorhood was all I knew, it felt impossible to give up for something so new and fragile.
I decided it was time to put a stop to it. It was clear that the lines had blurred while we were at the conference, but once we went back to reality, I knew that it needed to stop—for both our sakes.
16
Remy
That morning was like something straight out of one of my wildest fantasies. I couldn’t believe that Griff had done such a one-eighty in such a short period of time. After all, it was only yesterday that he’d done a runner and ignored me all day, now he was playing at being the doting and dutiful boyfriend. I had woken up to a wonderful kiss from him and then something even more wonderful in the shower afterward. It was safe to say that I’d never been happier.
I spent a little extra time getting myself ready that day. I took the time to pluck my eyebrows and apply some natural-looking make-up. I wanted to look perfect for Griff and remind him that I was someone worthy of standing beside him. When I finally looked at my appearance in the mirror, I was satisfied by what I saw there. As I glanced down at my body, I noticed there was a hickey on my neck. I couldn’t recall it happening, but the fact that I had some kind of mark from Griff sent a thrill through me. I had something to remember our lovemaking by and at the same time, it branded me as his.
“What a day,” I whispered to myself. I couldn’t stop smiling and it finally felt like things were falling into place. Griff had transitioned from being my tough, no-nonsense boss to being the loving, playful, and sexy man of my dreams. It felt like I was living in a rom-com or something!
Which was why I was so disappointed once I emerged from the bathroom in my robe to find Griff fully dressed already. He was wearing a crisp, black shirt and a pair of snug denim jeans. His hair was slicked back with gel and I wanted so badly to run my fingers through it again like I had done when we made love. His body was so incredible that it was a shame for it to be covered up.
Memories lingered in my mind of how his bare chest felt under my fingers, of how his body writhed against mine as we made love. I hoped I would never forget it. Besides, I was kind of hoping for another reminder of his fantastic body with another round in bed before the conference started again for the day, but I was grateful to see such luxurious food waiting for me. It was nice to have someone care for me for a change, I wasn’t used to that.
“Thanks for breakfast,” I said as I walked toward Griff and sat down next to him. Seeing him up close again after all the naughty things we’d done over the weekend gave me shivers. I wanted to shuffle closer to him, but he was eating and I didn’t want to push my luck.
“You’re welcome,” he told me before tucking into a piece of toast in front of him.
My eyes were drawn to the array of breakfast foods in front of me. There was everything I could have ever wanted including pancakes, French toast, fruit, and yogurt. I didn’t know where to start and I was so grateful that Griff had been considerate enough to get me something which meant I had a variety of choices. It was as though he was trying to anticipate my needs and it made me feel cherished.
I felt like I was practically radiating my happiness as I started eating the breakfast Griff had ordered for me. I turned toward him and smiled, feeling overjoyed at everything that had happened over the last few days. My heart stopped, however, when Griff didn’t return my smile. It was the first time I noticed he actually looked a little off. His earlier happy and playful demeanor was gone and instead, it was replaced by the old look Griff used to have at the office: stern and unfeeling.
“Griff, is everything okay?” I asked with a frown as my smile dropped. “You look so serious all of a sudden. What’s going on?” I didn’t have to ask; I already knew what was happening in my heart. He was closing himself off to me again. It didn’t take a genius to realize that. My heart was pounding and I knew I should never have been so foolish as to believe things were going well between us.