Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“I’m probably as happy with that too.”
Bain chuckles and steps back, motioning for me to get into the car. “Let’s go test out how much we like the concept of tying you to the bed.”
My eyebrows shoot upward with interest. “Really?”
“I would never joke about something like that. You… tied up and spread-eagle… ready for me to do whatever I want to you.”
“Let’s go,” I say, trying to pull the door closed, even though he’s still in the way.
Bain laughs and leans down to kiss me once more. His eyes lock onto mine before he straightens, concern swirling within. “Is there, um… any way we can hurt the baby? We get a little rough sometimes.”
“I don’t know,” I admit, the details I learned about pregnancy and obstetrics in nursing school long forgotten since I don’t use that knowledge in my current field. “And you tend to rattle me with multiple orgasms. I wonder if that’s harmful.”
“Looks like I’ll be adding those questions for the doctor next week.”
“We’re going to traumatize him.” I laugh and then make a shooing motion with my hand. “But let’s worry about it next week. Let’s limit the rough stuff and we’ll stop at just two orgasms per day for me.”
Bain snorts and just before he closes the door, I hear him say, “I’m googling that shit first before I commit to an agreement.”
CHAPTER 23
Bain
The February chill stings my cheeks as I step out of the downtown Pittsburgh jeweler. The weight of the $132,000 engagement ring for Drake feels heavier than I anticipated. I’m in a safe area, but on the walk through the parking garage to my car, I’m alert to my surroundings. I have the small bag with the ring in an inside coat pocket for added safety.
Once inside my car, though, I can’t help the grin that splits my face. I open up my glove box and pull out a black velvet box containing the gaudiest faux diamond ring I could find on short notice. Thank God for Amazon Prime delivery.
I snicker as I examine my purchase. It’s like someone slapped a huge, ribboned bow on the top of the ring with fake diamonds crusted over it and the knot is a round gemstone that’s not all that big. It’s the oversized bow that takes up a lot of real estate on the band and it’s tacky as shit.
Without hesitation or thought for my personal safety, I close the box and trade it out, putting the fake ring in the jeweler’s bag and sliding the real one back into my coat pocket.
Drake directed me to meet him at a gas station not far from his house. The proposal is set for tonight.
He’s waiting parked off to the side, away from the pumps. He doesn’t bother getting out of his car so I do, patting my pocket for about the tenth time since I put the real ring in there, and head to the driver’s door.
Drake rolls down the window, a gush of warm air from the interior bathing my face.
“Got your rock.” I hand him the jeweler’s bag. It’s made of thick card stock, black with gold-foil lettering with the store’s logo. I tuck my hands into my pockets to ward off the cold.
“Thanks,” he says, and as I’d imagined he’d do, he pulls the box out to inspect his merchandise. I mean… you drop six figures on a ring, you should make sure it’s what you bought.
My hands are admittedly sweating as Drake opens the box and my eyes nearly water as I try to hold a straight face.
The ring looks even gaudier now that it’s an integral part of what’s probably a very bad prank. But fuck… the guy has given me far too much shit about his sister and it’s time for a little payback.
Drake explodes as he takes in the huge bow with a dinky little diamond at the knot. Sheer horror coats his expression. “What in the actual fuck is this?”
“I don’t know. That’s what they handed me,” I say, afraid a laugh will scrape its way out of my throat. “You paid $132,000 for that?”
“This isn’t… this can’t be…” he splutters, holding up the ostentatious knockoff that glints almost maliciously in the winter sunlight. “They fucking gave me someone else’s ring.”
Who would ever buy a ring like that for that type of money?
Drake’s eyes meet mine, brimming with raw panic.
I can’t help it. I double over with laughter, clutching my stomach as I start to wheeze.
“You fucking asshole,” Drake growls as he tosses the ring at me. It bounces off my shoulder and tumbles under his car.
I straighten up, still laughing. “Hey… that ring cost me forty-nine bucks. How dare you treat it so callously.”
Drake merely holds his arm out the window, palm up in silent demand to hand over the real goods.