Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Riggs: Why in the hell are you sleeping on the floor?
Wait. What?
CHAPTER 13
Riggs
I have decided that not only am I the creep of all creeps, but I may be a wee bit obsessed with Clara.
I’m not sure when it happened. The day I came face-to-face with her and looked deep into her stunning navy eyes? When I felt my heart warm near her for the first time? When we had dinner together, everything around us disappeared, and only she remained? When I made her a PB and J? Or was it, in fact, the day I watched her come in my bed? I don’t know. I’ve been going over it since our little spat that I truly don’t understand.
And all I know is I am desperate for her.
I have spent the last two days in such a foul mood, I don’t know how my boys ignored me and won. Though, they did. Even Alex has given me a wide berth, and whenever my phone goes off, I physically have to toss it aside so I don’t look at the camera. I have been snappy, annoyed, and ready to strangle anyone who looks my way. My poor cock probably has bruises on it from where I have violently jacked off just to get her out of my head.
It hasn’t helped. If anything, the thoughts of her have become more intense.
I only had two days of her texting and teasing me, and those days didn’t suck. I didn’t feel like I was just going through the motions. I was looking forward to our next interaction, laughing at her silliness. And fuck if I don’t want every day to be like that. Yet, I somehow said something wrong, and she got pissed. I’m not surprised; my track record with women isn’t the best. Hence why I’ve been single for fourteen years. My ex would say I never think through what I say, just say it with no cares how someone might take it. Then I apparently became a grumpy fuck, with good reason. And now, I can only get women to fuck me but not want to stay around. Not want me as a whole.
Not that I wanted them to.
Or that I want Clara to want me as a whole.
Right?
Right.
Fuck me.
I was honestly just telling her how I felt, but it was obvious I pissed her off.
Leaving me to be disgusted with myself.
I don’t want to dim her light, but I have, and I should do what’s right. Leave her alone. Stop thinking of her. It’s clear as ice that I can’t be with her. That wanting her to want me as a whole is damn near impossible. There are too many reasons that it wouldn’t work out.
I’m an asshole.
She’s a lovely ball of sunshine.
She’s too young.
My boss is her grandpa.
But when I think of her, those reasons don’t seem to be that important. I don’t ever think like this, and I don’t know what the hell is going on in my mind. I have been with countless women, but I’ve never wanted one the way I want Clara. To say I’m confused is an understatement. Maybe I just need to fuck her good one time and get it out of my system. Though, I’ve seen enough movies to know that never works. If I touch her, taste her, slide into her sweet cunt, I’ll be hers forever.
And the thought of that scares me to my core.
I assumed thinking that way would urge me not to contact her, but when I got a notification of movement at six a.m., I couldn’t bear not making sure she was okay. What if someone had broken in, hurt her? Or what if she tripped over the dogs and cracked her skull? I couldn’t live with myself, so I hit the camera to find her lowering herself to the floor with the dogs. My huge California-king-sized bed is neatly made and empty, while she lies on the floor. She cuddles with the dogs and with a pillow and blanket that I don’t own. Has she not been in my bed? What the hell?
Unable to resist, I text her since I know she’s awake.
Me: Why the hell are you sleeping on the floor?
Clara: How do you know that?
Oh.
Fuck.
Me.
Well, no reason to lie.
Me: I have cameras throughout the house and got worried when the camera went off so early.
Once more, bubbles appear and then disappear before appearing again.
Clara: You have cameras?
Me: Yes. One in every room but the bathroom, and six outside.
Clara: In every room?
My heart is in my throat. I may as well start looking for a new dog sitter because I’m pretty sure mine is about to quit. I may need to let my lawyer know, too, in case she sues me.
I’m such an eejit.
Me: Yes.
Clara: So, you’ve been watching me?