Before I Die Read online Nikki Ash

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Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 108141 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 541(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 360(@300wpm)
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And my only thought as I follow behind, filling my wife with every drop of cum in me, is that I might not be one hundred percent sure if I believe in God, but fuck if I don’t believe in angels. Because right here in my arms is a living, breathing one, and I’ll be damned if she leaves this fucking Earth without me.

We’re at my parents’ beach house, and my mom and Nevaeh are cooking while my dad and I are sitting out on the patio, smoking cigars and discussing business. When we first got here, my mom could tell, even though Nevaeh was relaxed from her multiple orgasms, something was wrong. So, we told them about her tumor. After Mom cried and Dad asked if she’s seeing the best doctor, they both hugged her and told us if we need anything to let them know. Then Mom insisted they postpone their trip and Dad agreed. I wouldn’t have asked them to, but I’m glad they did. Nevaeh needs as much support as she can get, and since she and her mom are on the outs, she only really has Blaire and me. She’s become close to my mom, so I’m glad she will have her as well.

“I’ve been hearing some rumors about Felix,” Dad says, glancing over at me. “His organization has been completely dismantled and he’s looking for revenge. He’s had Logan attacked once already. He’s in the infirmary, barely hanging on to his life.”

“You think he could pull strings like that from inside? Go after Nevaeh…”

“He’s got the money and connections…” The thought of anyone coming after Nevaeh to get to me has me seeing red. “I’m looking into it,” Dad adds. “I’ll let you know once my contact gets back to me.”

“Dinner’s ready,” Nevaeh calls from inside.

“Easter is this weekend,” Mom mentions, plating food for her and my father. “I was thinking we could go to your church, Nevaeh, and maybe have your parents over.”

“Oh, um.” Nevaeh smiles sadly. “I can ask, but my mom and I… we aren’t…”

“The holidays are for healing, and she should know what’s going on with you. Even when I was over in the Dominican Republic I was checking up on Ethan. Just because a mother is upset or hurt or even mad at her child, she doesn’t stop loving him or her.”

“I’m mad at her too,” Nevaeh says. “Before my brother died, he told me some stuff about her, secrets she kept from us that he found out, and when I confronted her, she wouldn’t listen or answer me.”

“We all have secrets, sweetie.” Mom pats Nevaeh’s hand. “Maybe you should let her tell you when she’s ready.”

“It’s not just that,” Nevaeh says. “Before my brother died, she ran my life. She hates my best friend, hates that I lived with her. She told me where to go to school, where to work. And when I broke free, she got so mad. I’m just not sure I want her negativity in my life.”

Nevaeh looks from my mom to me. “She’ll never accept Ethan’s and my marriage, and I don’t want her to bring me down. I’m happy.”

“You won’t know until you tell her. Maybe knowing about your tumor will put things into perspective for her,” Mom says.

“Maybe,” Nevaeh says with a shrug that silently says she’s doubtful. I only met her mom once at the funeral, so I can’t really judge. But instead of mourning the loss of her son and pulling her family in closer, she chose to talk shit to her daughter every chance she got, until Nevaeh had enough and was ready to leave.

Sensing Nevaeh’s uneasiness, I change the subject to our time in Vegas, and Nevaeh spends the rest of the meal gushing about our trip and how she never wanted it to end. As I listen to her tell my parents about the gondola ride we took and how we spent two hours watching the fountain shows over and over, I vow to make sure the next trip I plan is even more memorable. Nevaeh deserves the world and I’m going to be the man to give it to her.

Nevaeh

It’s Easter Sunday and I’m dressed in a floral dress with strappy white sandals my mother would approve of with Ethan by my side. When he offered to come to church with his mother and me, I wasn’t surprised. He would go anywhere I go. But I am nervous about him being in my mother’s church, in her territory so to speak. The one time he met her, she was mourning over my brother and wasn’t in her right frame of mind, which is why we got off easy. When we step into the church, donning wedding rings, and announce we’re married and living together, she’s going to flip her shit and it’s not going to be pretty. I’m supposed to invite her back to Ethan’s parents’ place for brunch and tell her about my tumor then, but I’m not even sure we’ll get that far before she goes crazy and disowns me like she disowned my brother.


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