Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 93453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Chapter Sixteen
Autumn
I bury my face in his neck, which is the wrong thing to do because all I can do is smell him all around me. The musk reminds me of a time I didn’t hate him. The first time I met him and thought to myself that he might be the hottest man I’d ever seen. With a megawatt smile and dark-blue eyes, you would be lucky if he smiled your way. I’m reminded of this right before I remember this Charlie isn’t that one. This Charlie is a man who hates me. Is a man who I hate. Is a man who no matter how many times I tell myself I can resist him, I don’t. He is the perfect example of a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
He wraps his arms around me, one around my waist and the other around the tops of my shoulders, as he buries his own face in my neck. I need to move away from him, and I will in a minute, when his body's heat warms my bones' coldness. I’m about to disengage myself from him when he gets up, and my legs wrap around his hips instead of getting down. His cock still buried in me, still hard, making me feel a fullness I’ve never felt before. A fullness, even if I don’t want to remember it, I will.
He carries me into the house, making his way to my bedroom. “I have to put the sheets back on the bed,” I say softly from his neck.
“Where are they?” he asks me, his voice softer than I’ve ever heard.
“In the dryer,” I tell him. He pulls me off him, putting me on my feet, the cool hitting me as soon as he steps away from me.
“I’ll go get them,” he says, turning, not waiting for me to say anything. Then I wrap my linen shirt closed in the front to warm myself. I hear him open the dryer as I sit on the bed, hooking my feet on the side of the bed frame, wrapping my arms around them, and my chest pressing into them. He walks back in and stops when he sees me.
He dumps the covers on the bed, and I get up. The two of us make the bed in the darkness, the light from the moon guiding us. I don’t know if he’s going to stay or not. I also don’t care. The whole day catches up with me. He walks back out of the room toward the laundry room as I put the pillows in their place and comes back with the quilt. I pull the covers back as I shrug off the linen shirt, slipping into bed with just my panties on. Facing the other side of the bed, I curl into a ball as my head sinks into the pillow.
I don’t know what he’s going to do, if he’s going to stay or not. My eyes stay open but not looking for him. I hear his boots hitting the floor, followed by the clashing of his belt buckle before he walks to the other side of the bed and slides in. My heart speeds up as I watch him lie on his back, looking up at the ceiling, one hand on his chest, the other folded under his head.
I should close my eyes and fall asleep and wish him gone by morning. I should turn and give him my back. I should have never started this shit with him, whatever it fucking is. Even knowing all that, instead of doing what I should do, my mouth opens. “I wasn’t going to talk to that reporter.” I don’t know why I tell him this, but I do. It won’t change what he thinks of me, but I still want it to be known.
“We’ll talk about it later.” His voice is as soft as it was before. “It’s late.” He turns his head to look over my way. We stare at each other until I make the move to turn and give him my back. Placing one hand under my pillow and closing my eyes, I wait for sleep to come and take me, when I feel him around me. His arm slides under my pillow with mine while his other arm falls over my hips. The lone tear slips out of my eye, sliding to the pillow before sleep takes me.
The alarm wakes us both up in the morning, and when I open my eyes, I see we’ve moved in the four hours. My head is now on his chest, my arm over his abs as he curls up, so my arm falls to the side before he gets out of bed, heading toward the blaring sounds. He turns the alarm off as I hear him start to get dressed. After the sound of the zipper, I wait until I hear the sound of his boots being put on before I speak, “I have a date tonight, so you can’t come over.” I can hear him stop moving.