Total pages in book: 190
Estimated words: 185785 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 929(@200wpm)___ 743(@250wpm)___ 619(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 185785 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 929(@200wpm)___ 743(@250wpm)___ 619(@300wpm)
I told Wes to offer her the money that was taken. She wants him to pay it straight to the facility when she gets her aunt in, which makes me feel good, like she wants to do the right thing, not benefit off someone else’s poor health.
I’ve seen my share of louses out there who would take the money and leave the aunt flailing, so I’d already had Wes do a background check on the niece.
I’m satisfied with how all that’s gonna go.
I’m not entirely satisfied with the Raymond situation yet because I’d really like to play much dirtier than letting his own karma deal with him, but I’m also interested in being a good man for the woman I’m falling for.
She didn’t want me to hurt him, she just wanted him out of her life and that’s how it looks like it’s gonna go.
I still can’t help but wanna wrap my fingers around his throat every time she gets jittery or shows signs of the damage he did. But in my non-professional opinion, she’s doing well, all that considered. She’s having fun, going out, she’s into me and this thing we’re building even if she’s telling me she wants to take it slow. I have no doubt in my mind that I’m ready for a commitment with her and that she’s ready for one with me.
I’m gonna give her everything she wants. And if that means letting him rot in jail instead of making his life the living hell I’d rather make it, I can deal. I’ll be able to sleep at night because I’ll have her in my bed.
After fucking her in the parking garage and then again on the kitchen floor, I lift her up and carry her to my bed.
“Is my mascara ruined?” she whispers.
“Not quite. Break you in slow for that…” I tell her.
“Oh, I get it,” she says. “It’s a blowjob thing, right? Deep throating so my eyes water?”
I smile wide.
“I’m down…” she tells me. “I’m pretty good at the deep throating thing. Even if your cock is the thickest and longest I’ve had so far.”
My smile goes even wider.
She’s cute. Leaning toward innocent but completely corruptible, which is a perfect combination in a woman as far as I’m concerned.
She insists she needs to wash her face and brush her teeth, so she goes and does that in the guest bathroom and comes back and then she’s out like a light in less than five minutes, snuggled up to me.
I sleep straight through the night, a rare occurrence for me since the night sleeping in her living room when she was still with him.
I wake up first and move all her stuff over to my bathroom and my closet while she sleeps, looking like an angel in my bed.
A snoring, drooling angel. And I’m pretty sure I’m done for. In love for the first time in my life.
56
Violet
Sunday Night
I had an amazing weekend. I’m on top of the world, actually.
Saturday, I slept late and had a hangover. Killian made me coffee and a bagel and coaxed me to eat the bagel and drink a sports drink, then I slept off and on until mid-afternoon. When I woke up, finally feeling human enough to get up, I opened my eyes to the wish picture over his fireplace in his room.
I almost cried.
He also moved the television over from the guest room and said he was going to buy a mount for it. Temporarily, he’d moved over the coffee table from the conversation nook and put it there.
We spent Saturday night eating Chinese food and watching Halloween movies in his bed.
I almost had heart failure when I went to go to my room to get comfy clothes to change into prior to dinner, but found the closets empty. I knew immediately he’d moved all my stuff over to his closet.
“Um, Killian, where are my clothes?” I’d asked anyway.
“You’re not officially moved in, but you are officially mine, so your stuff isn’t in the guest room, it’s here. Don’t get sassy about it, either,” he warned.
“Officially yours?” I quipped with my hands on my waist.
“Yes. Mine.” He grabbed me and planted a hot and heavy kiss on me. “Got a problem with that, Dimples?”
Killian’s warning was laced with playfulness so I just bit my lip and then I stepped into the master walk-in closet and marveled at how huge it was, at how many pairs of shoes I could potentially fit in the giant shoe section, and how cool it was to have my clothes across from his.
And then I told myself not to burst out and tell him that I’d gladly move in, because really, it’s too soon for that.
I grabbed my best yoga clothes, feeling like most of my stuff was too ratty for this space, and soaked in the heat in his massive shower, taking extra time to shave everywhere that was getting stubbly.