Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 157032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
Where the hell do you go after Cameron Stanton? Dick of a god, wit of a champion, house of a mogul. I’m totally screwed in the worst way.
We reach the end of the long driveway and the automatic gates open. “Turn left.” He points to the left and without thinking I turn right.
“I said left.” He frowns.
“And I said I’m driving the car, so you better shut up.”
“Excuse me, this is the long way.”
I smirk as I turn down the street. The truth is that I have no idea where I’m going, but it’s just so much fun disobeying him. He has control freak tendencies that I like to push.
We eventually come into view of Club Exotic and I drive up the road slowly.
“Just pull up here. Which is your car?”
“The white one in the back row.”
A frown crosses his face before he remembers to hide it.
I smile anyway. “She’s no Aston Martin.”
He smirks, but wisely holds his tongue. “Be back at my house in an hour?”
Um, that won’t work. I need to race to the shops to get myself a sexy date dress for tonight. I have no idea what the hell I’m going to wear all weekend. I’m going to do a smash and grab at the shops. “I’ll be a few hours,” I reply.
He frowns. “No, just get your stuff and come straight back. Pack your clothes for Monday work because we won’t get home until late on Sunday night.”
“I will be going back to my house on Sunday night,” I tell him as I pull the car to the side of the road and glance over at him. “I’ll probably be well and truly sick of you by then.”
“You have an hour,” he answers, unimpressed.
“Stop bossing me around.”
“Stop behaving like an errant teenager,” he fires back.
I lean in for a kiss. “You have to pump the clutch a few times to get the gas to come through.” I smile against his lips.
He pulls back and looks at me flatly
“And don’t go around the corners too quick because the driver’s door is faulty and it flies open sometimes,” I add.
His face drops in horror. “You’re joking?”
I smile as I kiss him again. “Yes, I am.”
He shakes his head. “Seriously, though, is this car going to kill me?”
I giggle. “I hope not. I’m not written in the will yet.”
He chuckles and shakes his head as he climbs out of the car. He leans down through the window. “Don’t be late, our flight leaves in five hours.”
“Okay, boss.” I smile and, unable to help it, I step on the gas and do a burn out up the street. I glance at the rear view mirror to see the horror on his face, and I laugh to myself. Oh man… he’s so fun to antagonize.
I pull the car into the shopping parking lot and dial Mom’s number. I’ve been waiting to make this call.
Owen answers on the first ring. “Hi, Momma.”
A broad smile crosses my face. “Hey, baby.” I laugh. “How’s my little man this morning?’
“Good.”
“Watcha doing?”
“Baking cookies.”
“Oh, what type?”
He puts the phone down. “What type are they, Grandma?” he calls.
“Chocolate chip,” I hear my mom say in the background.
“What are you doing?” he asks.
“I’m just…” I pause for a moment. “I’m cleaning the house. Are you being a good boy and helping Grandma?”
“Yep. We’re going to the playground after lunch, too.”
“Oh, that’s fun.” I smile and my heart breaks a little. I miss him.
He starts talking to my mom as though forgetting he’s on the phone to me.
“Owen?” I call.
“Yeh?”
“I’m going to go, darling, but I’ll call you later tonight. I love you.” I smile.
“Love you, Mom. Grandma she wants you,” he says.
“Hello, dear.” Mom says through an obvious smile.
“Is everything okay?” I ask.
“Everything is fine.”
“Did Owen sleep alright?”
“Perfect.”
I smirk. “In your bed?”
Mom laughs. “Perhaps.”
“Thank you so much, Mom. I can’t tell you how grateful I am to you for you doing this for us both.”
“Ash, stop worrying about us and have a nice peaceful week.”
My phone alerts me to a text before the name Cameron flashes across the screen.
“Okay, I’ll call you tonight.”
“Speak then. Have a great day.”
I hang up and click on my message.
You are grounded without wifi, young lady.
I laugh out loud and text him back.
Your car was made to be driven like that.
A reply pings back.
That’s a whole different punishment.
I’m talking about the state of your car.
It’s a health hazard, Ashley!
I bite my bottom lip to stifle my over the top smile. I write back.
Quit nagging me.
I glance around at people walking by the car. I must look crazy laughing to myself while I sit in the car alone. A reply bounces back.
You have fifty minutes!
I get out of that car and press the fancy car lock. Everything bleeps and as I walk across the parking lot, I call Jenna. It goes to voicemail and I leave a message.